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Stained

Member since 2007 · Posted 16 Jan 2007 · 2 comments

and so ill bite off my nails cut off my tear stained sleeve ill swallow all these pills though the pain, they wont relieve ill throw away my mascara because it never stays on and ill unplug the phone because it never goes off

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[7] Stephen Robins 19-Jan-07/8:53 AM Reply

A poem of such importance as this should have a special display case manufactured. And the sign attached to that display case should be annotated with the simple, yet powerful words: "Here are words of such crushingly strong significance that to read them is to stare at one's own reflection and see to the very core of one's soul. I caution you reader that once read you will never look upon the hollow husk of your former life without feeling a jolt of sorrow for the unenlightened former you which cowered like some kind of terribly liquidised mollusc in a puddle of ignorance." - 8 -

[10] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 28-Jan-07/10:55 AM Reply

This so effortlessly achieves the vague air of guffing claptrap that wheezes out of all good poetry. Sublimely beautiful. A triumph. You have talent: use it.