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Free verse № 41307

The Rooms

Member since 2003 · Posted 23 Feb 2003 · 2 comments

Here is the room where you were pulled from your mother. Here is the room where we learned what our bodies were for. Here is the room where I found I could love you. Here is the room where you spilled the wine and it stained the tiles. Here is the room where your body was wrapped in the sheets and pulled from the bed.

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[7] Fear of Garbage 23-Feb-03/2:41 PM Reply
mmmm i like it and i get the end but its a litle unclear and anonymous
[8] <{Baba^Yaga}> 23-Feb-03/3:43 PM Reply
here is the room where i concocted an ovaltine booby trap to fall upon the head of my mean uncle bruce, but then he made me tongue flick his peter and the experience most obviously turned me into a roomless homosexual also wrapped in a sheet.
Like a spicy enchillada.