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Stripes (Free verse) by JMakStak

Burn out, don't calm down, this town will be sated. Her teeth crunch beneath every leaf-crusted grate, and her lips are the curb. Cracked cement stretched and sore. She's tasted you once, now her throat chokes for more. A roach skits along where a guardrail is bent. Her nose is his eyes and shes's picked up your scent. She'll block you with buildings, she'll lap at your tires. She'll wrap you within wound-up telephone wires. So burn out, don't calm down, leave stripes down her chin. Get out before somebody pulls you back in.

sca 6-Jun-07/9:13 PM
I love the rhythm and how the words just kinda weave in and out of each other. I like the edgy language, and how the rhyme isn't too obvious.

It's great. Sexy in the other sense.

=> Jess




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