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flop stomp hobble
Contributed by
SensitiveSoAbused
on
Wednesday, 8th December 2004 @ 08:08:19 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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((all you see in black are blue))
narrowed eyes,
soul despise
blue surrounded, black
Fingers, attached or de-
tatched will clench and crack and mis-
matched
socks will'nt
cure this seeping lust hatched
for blood and piece of mind
flood of flesh that isn't mine...
Now blue chemicals will wind
and waft up rubber nostril
i'm soft and i can't find
a way to cope...
And no late-night-clubber posture'll
bow down to thorned grammatical
error, five a.m. sebatical
I'm out of line.
So watch my brain bounce up and down...
and tie in knots...
through tears and frown...
my fingers/I'm, still broken now,
my spine
crooked, zig zag, curving line
(hunched-back grotesque'd retard)
tap, STOMP
tap, STOMP
I hobble here
and there to find
a battle with normality
To shatter in-normalicies,
Hardened Foetoid never lets me down his guard...
(Flop, STOMP, Hobble,)
Slap.
flop
stomp
hobble
Copyright ©
SensitiveSoAbused
... [
2004-12-08 20:08:19] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: flop stomp hobble
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Wednesday, 8th December 2004 @ 08:36:28 PM AEST (User
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i'm soft and i can't find
a way to cope...
I thought this was a poignant moment - thanks for writing.
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