Time is running out
The end is near
My strength is failing
My mind is emptying
My desires are paling
My anger is shrinking
But my boobs are growing like mad and feel really strange. I wonder why..
Who needs them in the afterlife?
A contest entry
- 15 lines or less... by xTomorrowx.
450 points, ended October 26, 2007, 20 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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very well done on this! =)
it's an excellent poem, and i agree with the below comments saying so...
well written, thanks for entering and good luck in my contest! =) -
failing...
Your sadness and frustration really shows in this my dear! I hope life is not always so bleak? Well written work! Good luck in the contest!
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lol, puberty...gosh I hate it...nice piece!
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