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Host (Free verse) by Imperfections You're a bandage
to my wounds.
I'm infected
while your gone
with their dirty looks
and slimey smirks
festering
under my skin.
You're an antipyretic
to the fever
which now, breaking
with your return,
leaves me immune,
no longer host
to the virus
seeping out.
Up the ladder:
Matter Of Fact
Down the ladder:
just a story
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Posted: January 21, 2003 9:51 PM PST; Last modified: January 21, 2003 9:51 PM PSTWeighted score: 5.0 Overall Rank: 7853 Comments:
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wOrnella Mutiw @ 198.81.26.167
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21-Jan-03/11:26 PM
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NYC girls are the best...here's a 9
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horus8 @ 24.126.113.154
> wOrnella Mutiw
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22-Jan-03/2:35 PM
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"Intelligent, angsty, 20-something blond with aspirations of perfection" thanks for the nine.
You're a laxative
to my constipation I'm bloated while you're gone with relentless filth and unbroken wind fermenting within my bowels
You're a towtruck
to my polo lounge I'm naked while you're atari with kaboom and pitfall 2 zombies within my tiki hut. 136 view(s)
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