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Belongings (Free verse) by Christof And how, whenever she took your hand
She held it tight enough to pinch
She kept it in her pocket like a coin
She stroked the knuckles until they purred
She owned it
And how, whenever she spoke your name
She pursed it in her mouth like schnapps
She crooked it in her throat like cream
She wrung the vowels until they rained
She drank it
Is what you'll remember
When you ring up her Mum
And ask What the fuck has she done with my clothes?
Up the ladder:
click
Down the ladder:
pissed off pretentious prat
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Posted: August 20, 2002 6:01 AM PDT; Last modified: August 20, 2002 6:01 AM PDTWeighted score: 5.8257475 Overall Rank: 1637 The following users have marked this poem on their favorites list:
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razorgrin @ 142.166.108.236
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20-Aug-02/7:05 AM
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That's nice. I like it and I like schnapps.
'wrung the vowels until they rained', indeed. this is swell.
see, I knew it! She owned it, she drank it, that's some sexy sh*t. You can write, so don't take it personally if I think one of your poems isn't of this higher quality. By the way you can look up my drivel and shred it to pieces, as long as you're being honest. I'd appreciate that.
Another hit.
breaking up is hard to do, so get your stuff b4 you end it through and through.
Too damn right. I won't be making that mistake again.
purring knuckles. sweet. how do things get so friggin sour?
live and learn.
This popped up on random, I 'd forgotten it. I forget things. If you tell me a joke, in 3 months time you can tell it to me again. I love how you manage to conceal the punch til the last moment.
Good god have a Platinum Q-tip awarde, that was simply the best.
I keep going back and just cackling like a hyenna! I will take this up the charts myself than.
Absolutely poetry at it's best
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