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smoke canvas and death
Contributed by
Strawberry_Stitch
on
Thursday, 2nd December 2004 @ 06:38:34 AM in AEST
Topic:
drugabuse
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again i found love, it is in a wrapped glass to soft to handle,
squeeze a drop of red water, on your breast and caress me.
i said see, we will end with shallow wings and a drop of
silky shadows, your eyes will clear, when the butterflys whisper
their hot forbidden smoke, into the black night
I am an angry angel, and an experiment
can you imagine a colorful canvas for fashion and art?
I feel nude after every drug that you feed me
Can you see the pretty circles mommy?
See how they dance upon my eyes
The smoke is dangerous
just like me
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2004-12-02 06:38:34]
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Re: smoke canvas and death
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by Mr_Jeremy on
Thursday, 2nd December 2004 @ 07:27:24 AM AEST
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When I saw the circles, I was scripted in yet another one of my manic episodes, as Darwin, the Homeless Bank Clerk.
So true - the feeling of nudity after diazepam at 4 . . . have we ever met? |
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Re: smoke canvas and death
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by Strawberry_Stitch on
Thursday, 2nd December 2004 @ 08:31:37 AM AEST
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