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Free verse № 23087

Corpse's Crescendo

Member since 2002 · Posted 29 Oct 2002 · 2 comments

The sun leapt off the rooftops And I chanced to see you Lying there, Waiting for something. I thought it strange That the color of your skin Should match that of the Hard-boiled egg I Asked you to eat. You wanted to know If friends were coming To say goodbye Before we left For the coast? I do not think so. Please, eat your breakfast, It will get cold. I'll leave you alone, I suppose that is what you wanted, I'll let you figure out how to breathe.

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[7] Bachus 29-Oct-02/9:37 PM Reply
yeah...that is a tough thing to remember how to do? and metaphor-ic-ally too?
[10] <{Baba^Yaga}> 13-Jan-03/3:35 PM Reply
watch almodavar's "talk to her" thank me later.