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unoriginal (Free verse) by boogah here i am, hopelessly devoted to a concept yet again
like no girl i've met before
but the easest way to sum her up is by using every phrase i've ever used
to describe my anguish, torture and real feelings for every girl i'd
just met before
my flow, like my heart is pure, but my words come out contrived
recycled
in my grandest way i can never say what i want to say
because i've said it a hundred times before
and now that i want to say it to the girl with the angel face
i know i have to come up with something new
but it's hard to be coy
when you're a well run dry
Up the ladder:
Too Late
Down the ladder:
Zen
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Posted: May 10, 2002 10:16 AM PDT; Last modified: May 10, 2002 10:16 AM PDTWeighted score: 5.3108697 Overall Rank: 3582 Comments:
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silvertongueddevil @
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11-May-02/5:12 AM
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mate, if you're a well has run dry then coy is what you *want* to be.
I think this poem was written in a kind of obsolete vernacular. Keep it up!
hmm. good point, but I think you could say it better.
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