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The Coal Lined Grave
Contributed by
andthefoolshallburn
on
Monday, 27th December 2004 @ 06:45:26 PM in AEST
Topic:
AngryPoetry
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There's nothing left but what slid down her throat. Love was never more than diamonds and heart-felt goodbyes. Love is a dead word.
Love can kill you and I'm living proof. Words dig casket holes and hold ransom notes like guns to my head. Of all the stars in the sky, I found the coal.
She'll be a diamond in time, but too much pressure broke her. Shattered bones read like jogsaw puzzles and I sleep in the bottle I drink.
Program 4-1-Y can be so cold. Hardwood never broke me like this. I overshot and missed my return only to become my own demise.
Shatter the orphan, let love be a dead word, Latin should live longer. **** it, let's all die tonight. Jonestown was a lovely story, wasn't it? Let's all disappear and let whatever happens wish it never did.
There's nothing left but what slid down her throat. Go back to bed...my reason will be there waiting.
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2004-12-27 18:45:26] (Date/Time posted on
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