I'm sailing on a sea of red, kissing black holes and having conversations with coffee cups. Jotting notes with erasers on napkins and killing idealism with blanks. Lovers like us die slowly, drowning in committment. Stubble above a quivering lip lashing across the table aiming for a heart. But what is "dead" anyway? I'm being smothered by a self-replicating system, voice activated. Black nail polish caressing rotten teeth I'll grind this perfume bottle into your throat and leave you choking on pheromones. Kiss the heroin off my lips, lover. I need you like an amputation. |
Daily DeviationGiven 2007-07-09Using a powerful pace and voice, Love Letter by ~BetweenTheEchoes creates a sadistic atmosphere in one short prose-like poem. (Suggested by ~Amalgamadora and Featured by `PoeticWar) |
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May 26, 2006
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~eating all the kisses off the mistletoe~
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Divide 30 by 1/2 then add 10. The answer is >.> u'd be surprised most people get it wrong.
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i m スッキゴh。
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i m スッキゴh。
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The tulips should be behind bars like dangerous animals.
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