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Mother's Love
Contributed by
assassinatorgirl
on
Sunday, 7th May 2006 @ 05:10:17 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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I'm losing my shoulders from all of the cuts.
It's numb and it's quiet when I spill out my guts.
Monsterous bacteria begin to inch up,
To eat away my rotting lungs and drip into a cup.
I drink my blood it tastes like bliss,
salty like a lover's kiss
My breasts fall inwards and collapse,
Life's a beauty in it's climax.
All downhill from here, you know,
that's how every story goes.
Fomulatic grief and equational sobs,
Give him your smile, your smile he robs.
So my stomach inflates and I'm severly inflammed.
Easy enough for my thyroid to be blamed.
Nasty and red little lumps in my eye,
If something's wrong, you want me to die.
I can't raise my arm and even if I could,
Blood would pour out of my shaved brown wood.
Oozy and green with a touch of yellow,
Mother fell in love with a pretty sleazy fellow.
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assassinatorgirl
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2006-05-07 17:10:17] (Date/Time posted on
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