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Mors Omnia Solvit (Free verse) by shit Now life becomes unbearable
No more tears on the floor
I want to close my door
And tell you I´m not available
Cowardice you can call
I don´t care how you name it
I didn´t ask to be born
Am I really to be blamed?
If you at least paid attention
You´d understand my choice
Never again hearing my voice
By my manual intervention
I´m taking this decision rational
Life is like this: ephemeral
No more bleeding I will stop it
Mors omnia solvit
Up the ladder:
The Stems of Roses
Down the ladder:
Deja Vu
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Posted: July 29, 2004 7:37 PM PDT; Last modified: July 29, 2004 7:37 PM PDTWeighted score: 4.8569565 Overall Rank: 10470 Comments:
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patty t @ 24.156.158.81
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29-Jul-04/9:02 PM
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my preferred translation of your luscious title is 'death melts everything' (6 years of Latin not for nothing)... if only this were a poem about microwaves.
Christ, that was bleak... What the fuck is wrong with you? Pickled?
Multes pisces in meam corpum nudum diffundo
Permanent solution to temporary situation. May I have your shotgun when you're finished, Kurt?
Boooring! Where's the story?
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