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Trichomanic Sexless Bitch (Free verse) by superskunky1 As the miasma from your smoke
provokes me to choke
thoughts of distaste
are all I contemplate
Before a calm countenance
After words were minced
Though I could not conjure
how you had me convinced
the possibility of living a lie
but smoke without sex
I'd rather die.
Up the ladder:
Frozen
Down the ladder:
Why Are We Here?
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Posted: May 9, 2003 11:15 AM PDT; Last modified: May 9, 2003 11:15 AM PDTWeighted score: 5.0596013 Overall Rank: 6686 Comments:
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Bachus @ 24.126.113.154
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9-May-03/11:58 AM
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On a serious level the poem is almost grate! Grateful for rathering to die of course. the last line and title take away from it.
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superskunky1 @ 216.136.103.18
> Bachus
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9-May-03/1:30 PM
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1st poem ever...made it in 3 minutes..sorry it was sub par!
dude, pretty wicked gyno-rage. did some chick mess up your laura ashley sheets?. if so, was it worth it?
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