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Free verse № 112543

Blind Settlement

Member since 2003 · Posted 15 Sep 2004 · 2 comments

Every single time I rhyme You get to me This obliverating mind of mine Grows and incompletes Everytime we're eating We're conceiving We're supposed to be at the family meeting You cry to me; we need more counciling You say your bleeding You say your crying You say what a script says You really are leaving And we just might be friends Don't wait for the colors to collide For us to divide Make a choice; Don't wait Make a choice; Make me die I Just Hate This Blind Settlement

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[10] horus8 16-Sep-04/11:24 AM Reply
A vintage fender amp with pint stains.
[3] cheese.doodles 15-Mar-07/10:15 AM Reply
I just hate your poetry.