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My Youth
Contributed by
greysterp
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Thursday, 29th April 2010 @ 11:07:12 AM in AEST
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I breath fire. Beat up and fat-lipped, I wake up with bloody jeans. Crust dries on my face like magma and shadows creep
in with a score to settle, equilibrium to be reached. I breath fire. Hot as a youth's face during a proposal.
Hot as dog days in the doldrums. Sweat drips and hips sway. I sip and suck, and the bottle sucks back. I breath fire.
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Re: My Youth
(User Rating: 1 ) by DarkWolf on
Thursday, 29th April 2010 @ 11:44:11 AM AEST (User
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If I am understanding this poem right, it is about a drunk or an alcoholic. |
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