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Watching The Rose Grow (Free verse) by Blindpoetry

My Lights Dim Down As She Glows Everybody wants her And she flows with them I hear your voice Running like I'm away Talking back fourth And don't know what to say next Watching you float like a rose Killing time like the blood color you are And time will fly by If you just tell me who you are Waiting for a conclusion Fighting for an answer Give me hints and I'll respond I need practice; I'm not a good dancer - for sure Kiss me now Before I leave I can't stop wishing you a good day So, Dearest, can't you see? I'm watching the Rose grow It's not my hobby But painfull pleasure And I'm at the bus stop... Waiting for you... Waiting for you...

-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 2-Apr-04/8:18 AM
An electronegro swimming in negro juices
An oversized negro
A profoundly brave negro
A negro wipe
A negro caddy
A shamefully foul negro uniform
A disgustingly souped-up gentleman's moustache which opens up to reveal a negro buttock
A peephole negro
An enormous negro moustache
A negro




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