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Free verse № 258

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by althea7

Member since 2001 · Posted 16 Mar 2002 · 3 comments

Downcast eyes, haggard, <BR> red and wanting <BR>Recklessly crawling over your <BR> fence , into your bed <BR>Without shame. A fool. <BR> A mockery , a masochist am I <BR>Embracing your violent <BR> climacteric yelling <BR>Orgasmic at the pain <BR> when left alone <BR>Brain drowned with an <BR> inhuman migraine of tears <BR>Your my pill <BR> my dear. <BR>Sweet and bitter to <BR> feed my soul. <BR>

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[n/a] nentwined 16-Mar-02/1:21 AM Reply
climacteric works perfectly syllabically, but I don't recognize it as a word other than as a derivative of climactic, which throws off a bit; (and your my pill should be you're my pill). very nice, though. =)
[7] anonymous 10-May-02/8:45 AM Reply
Sounds like a refrigerator-magnet poem, minus "luscious" and "apparatus"
[n/a] Bachus 27-Oct-03/7:52 PM Reply
http://poetry.rotten.com/mother-of-all-sandcastles/

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