poemranker ::Christs Harlot by Don-Quixote

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Free verse № 57316

Christs Harlot

Member since 2003 · Posted 24 Jul 2003 · Edited 24 Jul 2003 · 5 comments

broken dreamer screaming away each day a new illusion suffering the inability to find the conclusion of his thorny crowns insane visions lighter flame dancing over brown leaves the cigar crackling smoke drifting around him lights dim vodka filled to the rim the glass sparkling as he watches his harlot sing staring apon his ring wondering why the thorns grow deeper into his skull

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[n/a] <~> 24-Jul-03/11:52 AM Reply
harlot.
[n/a] Don-Quixote › <~> 24-Jul-03/2:42 PM Reply
thanks for spelling correction.. ;/ how did i fuckin misspell that.. no more weed for me..
[8] http://mulberryfairy 24-Jul-03/7:12 PM Reply
So dark.
[n/a] SupremeDreamer › http://mulberryfairy 24-Jul-03/7:42 PM Reply
thanks
[9] 68.75.19.117 24-Jul-03/10:01 PM Reply
i'm drunk
and it made me
shiver
great job