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Harold's Shoelace
Contributed by
boobies
on
Sunday, 15th June 2003 @ 02:35:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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talk me Christian
talk me Sane
i'm afraid of
both
i fear both
lives
i fear all the
lives i lived
but i'm sure there
was faerie dust
yes, i'm sure
there was faerie dust
transcending
my transcendence
i broke free from
the shackles
burned Harold's shoelace
when it grabbed
my throat
i buried him
in my yard
yes, i'm sure
he's still there
brainchild
Rain's exiled
to Springtime
i called her
Christmas though
sweet as syrup
in Winter shoes
walking Statuesque
like this XXXXXX
in my yard
yes, i'm sure
he's still there
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boobies
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2003-06-15 14:35:00] (Date/Time posted on
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