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Smudge Pluck

Contributed by NirvanaLotus on Friday, 30th April 2004 @ 11:02:25 PM in AEST
Topic: toughstuff



***************************************
i once knew a girl
with speckles and freckles
and spots and dots
oh yes she had lots and lots
*****
she doesnt have them anymore
she said it was only a one day chore
I never saw her long after
she said if i had i'd be filled with laughter
*****
circle circle chop chop
slice slice burn burn
smooth and scared
the result she yurned...
*****
I once knew a girl
with speckles and freckles
and spots and dots
oh yes she had lots and lots
*****
she doesn't have them anymore
her skin is fare and unspoted for sure
little scars little marks no one notices
but i bet that they are quite sore
*****
I once knew that girl
but now she's dead
she used to have beutiful hair
but she plucked them straight out of her head
*****
She ripped and she pulled
She tweased and she groaned
It was the end of it you see
Perfection in her rotting eternity
*****
smudge pluck powder tuck
kiss grope lick and suck
the way of high school
the way of life what simple rules
*****
perfection is nothing in the end
imperfection why should that depend
pluck pluck tummy tuck
whore whore high school *****




Copyright © NirvanaLotus ... [ 2004-04-30 23:02:25]
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Re: Smudge Pluck (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Friday, 14th May 2004 @ 11:47:14 AM AEST
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Very unique write.
I'm sorry for your loss.
luv, huggs,
emy


Re: Smudge Pluck (User Rating: 1 )
by shanarah on Thursday, 3rd June 2004 @ 01:22:35 PM AEST
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Hard or easy to write about a loss, you've done a great job!




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