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The same way the moon phases...
From dark to light...
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For a brief visit to a sanction
Of requited tendencys and innuendo's
by Pollywog
19 lines,
on Dec 14 1:40 PM 2007
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unrequited admiration and
Lost hopes and faiths...
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No comprehension, None from the end that is held
by Pollywog
21 lines,
on Feb 22 4:10 PM 2007
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I am not exactly all there as to why reality works in the ways that is does. Life is like an extravagent way of reading. The fine lines of
by Pollywog
13 lines, 1 comment,
on Feb 20 4:23 PM 2007
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I should’ve been crying here on the floor, With pictures around me Soaked with tears
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It's my last day
when the bullet of society's has ended
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We've been friends,
Teetering on the edge of each others sanity
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It's eating away at me
The very things that confuse me
by Pollywog
27 lines, 2 comments,
on Oct 16 2:27 PM 2006. In Angst
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Where do they come from?
The bruises—the scars?
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As the storm progresses
The only thing I can do
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I am just a plain girl
With no real destination in mind
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A broken heart morns for the loss
Of a loved one
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Don't indulge me
I can become intoxicating
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Could the lovers abide
By the weathers of troblesome dispostitions?
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You call to a
Slitering torment
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Love is deep
Pride and true
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I snuck on tiptoe into her room. About were different assortments of garments and underclothing. She was never organized, nor as well planned as I. Needless to
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You stand
Only to bite the hand that feeds you
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I have indeed been done a thousand deaths
No mortal could feel such pain-
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This is to the Dear Pixie Angellover:
Though we may share many things
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I hold the tiny being within my hands
Unknowing whether I shall keep this newly born
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I watch as the clock ticks
At my impatience
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It's my turn to seduce you
To make you ache
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Tickle me pink
Fuck me red
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You chase me down a darkened doorway
Which leads to a dead end
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Don’t Worry I will be there for you to the very end
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One year
Since our first embrace,
by Pollywog
22 lines, 5 comments,
on Jan 10 4:22 PM 2006. In Love
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THIS IS EVERY FAT GIRLS REVENGE POEM!!!
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Friends,
A family that loves her dearly
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A little cousin of mine
No older than three
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Rising up from the bed
I can still feel your
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