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CityClub (Free verse) by wolfgang

I found a place were my daemons and I can share a room. It is a brave warm place, which turns cold and dark. We are all Kings, and Queens dancing into the evernight. It is bliss, it is true love. Warm hands caress my body inviting me to talk. Tell the world your pain young boy, show them your anger. Dance with me the moon is full, and we are hear to listen.

horus8 28-Jul-02/6:49 PM
ahh.. i smell the pork shoulder and my special bbq sauce has slain the... whatever, (enough) (go blo clam chowder, "dark one" i'm pushing for mollie) fuck both of you guys for even wanting to comment on a comment--<no that's not right> ..anyway what was that pile of shit i stepped in three inches above this comment line.. oh your poem.. i give you no rattle-snake belt with buckle young man. god is a toilet flush, so flush or get of the pot. i say microwave your faggotrIES then come back with better rhetoric or die DIE. just kidding lets do luncho




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