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high
Contributed by
mickey
on
Saturday, 16th April 2005 @ 08:20:28 AM in AEST
Topic:
drugabuse
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Tonic eyes whisper trust.
Smooth sin dwindles dreams.
Crisp pale shock condemns.
My body goes into shock.
My soul is raining sins.
A haze whispers around my face,
I am gasping for air.
The dream world cascades down over my toasty eyes.
My once blah life turns well.
Copyright ©
mickey
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2005-04-16 08:20:28]
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Re: high
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by Bianca on
Saturday, 16th April 2005 @ 11:22:48 AM AEST
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| i enjoyed the crisp feel to the first half of the poem; the last line works well, too. i thought at first it sounded a little too simple somehow, but when i read it again it really fits. |
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Re: high
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by suicidal_imbecile on
Thursday, 28th April 2005 @ 11:30:40 AM AEST
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the last line pulls everything together and tells how you really feel about being high... i know exactly what it feels like to only be happy when your high, great write
kate |
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