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Buried dolls...
Contributed by
In_a_While
on
Tuesday, 29th August 2006 @ 03:32:50 PM in AEST
Topic:
drugabuse
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rusty veins
shattered eyes of glass and tears
what remains?
but a tired soul that no one steers
as bold as smoke from a smoking gun
release me from the cage i keep
never let me carve the sun
into shapes that haunt the deep
mother calls
and tears flow from through the phone
buried dolls
and bones that help me clean the home
nevermind that i'm here alive
release me from the skin
and let the others love to die
as i release my hate within
candy heart
shed your sweets and sour glee
tear apart
all the love you shared with me
.................
to sleep... to sleep
.................
dw
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Re: Buried dolls...
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by Kimberlynn on
Tuesday, 29th August 2006 @ 03:47:14 PM AEST
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| Wow...thats so cool, yet kinda different. I liked your opening line. |
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Re: Buried dolls...
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by Sagefairy on
Thursday, 31st August 2006 @ 06:02:56 PM AEST
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| A poem full of mental images - quite the interesting read. J. |
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