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princess of the Cheesey Poof
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only you can remove this bandage
the mask concealed the scars
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like a murderer finally brought to justice...
or an over-taxed evader being approached by the IRS...
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you have a tatoo
to archive the treasuremaps you've stammered through
by dregs
50 lines, 1 comment,
on Aug 22 10:29 PM 2007
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serpentine illusionis of apples / & oranges / & aren't you supposed to be leaving / instead of leading me on / i'm lost in your eyeshadow / & helplessly flat-tired w/o a spare in your graveyard smile / still reeki
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your memory ice skates down my cheek
by dregs
13 lines, 2 comments,
on Feb 22 11:52 PM 2007
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i love you... more than sean connery playing james bond.
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i don't know where this road leads,
i never did pay enough attention while
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you speak to me in riddles
so no one else can figure out
by dregs
51 lines, 3 comments,
on Jul 3 1:58 PM 2006. In Lyrics
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you ask for my opinion
not freely given for a reason...
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empty.
wishes cast into an ordinary well
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marshmallow handstands
penny-rolling
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one-thousand tiny daggers
dart in&out of this conversation,
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the easter bunny exists
so children can masticate godiva eggs
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Strung out on a day old gossip injection
be careful don’t you know rumors are an air borne infection (waiting to happen)
by dregs
39 lines, 1 comment,
on Apr 17 2:38 PM 2006. In Lyrics
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moondance
stage-fright rendezvous
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behind my swollen nastalgia
i hear voices
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you are fading...
with the rest of everything that was good for me
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there's snow falling,
lying, where flowers of summer still slumber
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combustible nightgown...
hanging off yr body as though it were an experiment,
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poignant & proud.
i'm not allowed to differ
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your mind
bedsheets itself.
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calling all poets,
arise from yr urban sarcophaguses,
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it started with a cold glance,
a well disguised chance
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alone you would sit surveying your grief
beneath a canopy of dim starlight
by dregs
63 lines, 2 comments,
on Sep 23 12:21 PM 2005. In Love
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an angel, with the eyes of a pornstar,
sat down at my local cafe,
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this country is one clip after another,
fired into the convalescent night
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you were so beautiful,
with yr. head upon yr. pillow
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i’m sitting here smoking cigarettes
so’s my coffee tastes
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your aftertaste
isn't quite as sweet
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the bones tell me nothing
i'll cut across minefields
by dregs
77 lines, 4 comments,
on Sep 11 12:08 AM 2005. In Personal
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like an iron chef contender
who only plates one meal
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