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No Name

Inside me
stuck
stuck
in my blood
burning through
skin screaming
breaking in
filling up
pulling into the core
no name builds
pulling me apart
the dead music.
calling across
emptiness
tracing the softness
where your tongue would glide
the tip of the knife
dances away.

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  • PinkPony
    July 17, 2008

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    OHHHHH!!! A dramatic poem with a knife and I am afraid of knives. But I do admire your poem for it has images that bring the poem to life.


  • sanch011
    September 11, 2007
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    Py do you seek sadness or does it seek you