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The Stab (Free verse) by fetisha
Wanna bet? Got no regret I have a knife To use it right Right in your back I will insert Previous revenge Call me insane For a lunatic Sounds fantastic Such a pleasure With no measure Losing you? Oh makes me blue Another men will reach my den Feel no guilt For my own filth Sounds pervert? It is perfect To my nature An adventure To live, relive And bring relief Your sad soul: I´ve reached my goal other lips Tasting my lips My Judas kiss Right on your cheek Now mentalize Your own demise The deepest wound Still you would Even harmed Accept me charmed While I prepare Another stab.

Up the ladder: A single day
Down the ladder: a casting is rescued

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Arithmetic Mean: 4.0
Weighted score: 4.880797
Overall Rank: 10181
Posted: February 27, 2005 12:11 PM PST; Last modified: February 27, 2005 12:11 PM PST
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[10] zodiac @ 212.118.11.12 | 28-Feb-05/10:16 PM | Reply
Some advice: Don't call yourself insane in a poem, or anywhere else for that matter. Trust me, being an Insane isn't all as cute as Benny & Joon or whatever. Most of them are missing a whole lot of teeth, stink to high heaven, and aren't anything even the most selfobsessed of misanthropes want to look like. If you saw a real one, you'd know what I was talking about.
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