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Member since 2007 · Posted 30 Mar 2007 · 4 comments

Lipstick bleeds a trail over rails of broken teeth she sharpens Painting smiles on hardened glass shattering past the death reflection draped upon a covered skeleton On slickened path beauty faded fast ghosting dreams chase her uneven walk she talks - in loveâs tongues Jaded history leads her to razored misery the delicate trickle glintz in ebony lights scarred womb rejects the failure

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[6] Dovina 30-Mar-07/4:42 PM Reply

I think, like others do, that you should use better grammar - mot necessarily perfect grammar, but something closer to conformity. That way, someone besides you might get what you're saying.

[n/a] Skamper › Dovina 30-Mar-07/5:16 PM Reply

Grammar, it's always such a sticking point. I will learn no doubt, then it might become natural, like what I write is to me now! Someone might just get me anyway, that's the one I want to reach...

[6] pete 15-Jun-07/6:34 AM Reply

explanation will often ruin a poem, i know, but is this about an alcoholic suicide or lonesome solitude .... or something else entirely

[n/a] Skamper › pete 19-Oct-07/5:26 AM Reply

I'm not really sure - it arrived in a picture, like a snapshot and I wrote it...I find it just sad