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These eyes of yours
worn in my smile
by Dissonant
18 lines, 5 comments,
on Mar 12 3:43 AM 2005. In Love
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Her smile of gritted “tolerance”
through rosary painted teeth
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Daddy will always love you, my one and only miracle
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I don't know what to believe anymore...
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Would you follow me to darkness
taste the pain of passing with me
by Dissonant
18 lines, 13 comments,
on Jul 8 7:46 PM 2004. In Dark
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Seated , silent
enrobed in his gaze
by Dissonant
33 lines, 18 comments,
on Jun 25 10:11 PM 2004. In Love
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His tongue caressed fragility
Powder aching for release
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She saw Jesus in a soap bubble
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Slack Jaw Child
Hack Saw Poised
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The call of the failed artist
Resounds within these walls
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Something shifted inside, writhed
like the worm, newly born to the cadaver
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while guttersnipe wives
sup at the teat of the world
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Take me downward
Wash me in waters deep and clear
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Sitting in the hub of heaven
I am blessed with a fragile gift of time
by Dissonant
48 lines, 12 comments,
on Feb 11 4:16 PM 2004. In Love
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Moonlight
Drifts in gossamer strands
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I am melting footprints in the snow, a fading memory of wraith footfalls from the life that went before.
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Terry Pyjamas fused to my body
With the dampness of a nightmare still captured in my third eye
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A life already dead and stinking
Loaded in to charnel vans
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Feeding wisdom
Like candy
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Smiles bought at dime store sales
Laughter canned
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I was ten when he left
~Gone~
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in my pink Ra-Ra skirt and knee high cowgirl boots
I did not resemble Paula Abdul at all
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I think I lost myself somewhere
As if…
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upon the oceans of time i sailed to find you
the image of your eyes stowed away within my heart
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I’m a well of fucking answers
And they’re spitting out like glass
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I’m on a 25-year comedown
From a high I never tasted
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She was a self- less accessory
Dime store novelty
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Treason!
Cried across the skies
by Dissonant
51 lines, 11 comments,
on Dec 18 1:26 PM 2003. In Love
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Do not fear the dawn, my child
We are all fallible
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Curling Ribbons
Dancing Shadows
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My dildo,my dildo
my 12 inch long thrildo
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A sense of longing and melancholy
for streets paved with revellers
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Small hooded child
Sat beneath the eaves of a red brick prison
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