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read poem read poem read poem SYNTAX ERROR ABORT
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he would run across the world leaving valleys burnt and curled
by Temujin
48 lines,
on Mar 17 1:29 PM 2007
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The jewish tattoist was earnestly truest etc
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I ran across the boiling sea In vain attempts to be with thee
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I wish I were a mountain goat atop a cirrus cloud
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and he said
"the white man must die"
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this is a poem about god,
and also churches READ IT it contains a SWEAR WORD
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then they fucked and the world ended,
that very night.
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i love you all
goodnight friends, do not choke
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La la la la la la LAAAAAA
Read the damned poem.
by Temujin
81 lines, 6 comments,
on Apr 25 10:46 PM 2006. In Humor
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that I should leave the lights on
because sex is worse when I can't see her
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It's not about rainbows, it's about druuuuuuugs.
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little baby knife-lets
that screech to be fed
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dropping from the sky birds
Like hostile little bricks
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we plunge to the root,
and untangle the quantum
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la la la,
i don't like tony blair, he's a-----
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so i had to replace them with
steel girders
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This was the beginning
of her unpredictability -
by Temujin
67 lines, 10 comments,
on Mar 18 7:34 PM 2005. In Sad
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I see him.
He is watching me from his high place.
by Temujin
61 lines, 8 comments,
on Mar 12 8:03 PM 2005. In Sad
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they have not the eagerness and devotion
required to meet God.
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When the light came,
the corona with wing-tips bending green the sky
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they had a front door which wouldn't shut
so i was freezing
by Temujin
46 lines, 23 comments,
on Dec 19 6:21 PM 2004. In Sad
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I caught a lift north again,
lolling in the cabin with God
by Temujin
73 lines, 7 comments,
on Dec 1 11:05 PM 2004. In Beat
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and even Clara forewent raving
while She lay beside me, torpid and oblivious;
by Temujin
137 lines, 12 comments,
on Sep 19 7:55 PM 2004. In Love
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out of my wrecked vehicle,
i'll sleep ever in defiance of you.
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God Bless our Troops
for every bullet they fire into an Iraqi heart,
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hurt by her games but enraptured
by the perpetual opening and closing of her grip.
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a feral army tearing at our wheels,
angry at her scornful, beautiful figure.
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The plague had tracked us
for several months,
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chav central station,
where dim girls smile
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I had my ear to your chest,
listening to your heartbeat.
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