As I walk through the room, she pounces,
Mz. Lonely, struttin’ her stuff
Thoughtlessness one moment,
Despair the next
She perched on the picture, she did,
she waited
Deadly devouress of contentment
There is never happiness,
but at least there was contentment
God, I miss being “us”
Please tell me what you think
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I could read this two ways... brilliant, I really love it.


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lawl Curt, you do have real emotion.
haha.
I like this though,

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ooh I like this, different style for you. Very capturing though. I'm glad you're putting poetry up here again.


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Thank you sweet
Maybe a little motivation from you, and a swift kick in the rear from others. I'm glad you enjoyed it.
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