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on the edge

we were in your basement,
newspaper ink
was smeard underneath your eye.
and acid burned my throat.
there was some angry music
clashing guitars and screaming voices
playing softly in the background
and you started to unbutton my blouse.
as your tounge swirled around in my mouth,
i looked up at the clock,


9:13 p.m.

he was waiting for me to call.

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lust

brandylynn

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  • etoile
    January 8

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    don't say sorry
    i really really like this.

    we were in your basement,
    newspaper ink
    was smeard underneath your eye.
    and acid burned my throat.
    ---
    love that part.

    i like the originality of the ending.


  • camo.egg.army.gurl
    January 6

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    damn!

    been there done that..and had a guy do that too...

    i think there should be a lil more to the end...you know a bit more of a description...

    "9:13 p.m.

    he was waiting for me to call."


  • Aesthete
    January 4

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    haha shit woman,
    that's harsh
    that makes me hate people
    but ive done it once
    and it's been done to me
    many times
    fuckin life.


    great poem :]


  • Candyknife gold member
    January 4

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    hmm

    interesting take on this
    i get the feel that you hurt someone with your lust for another ?
    thanks for your entry