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my stuff is like stuff (Free verse) by skaskowski my blood is like metal
surrounding my bones.
my spit is like poison
corroding my throat.
my breath is like viruses
growing inside.
my thoughts are like oceans
of cranial tides.
my words are like glass
as they rip out your brain.
my song is like sulfur,
it soothes you from pain.
my lips are like razors
your neck slit in strips.
my gaze is like water,
like poison it drips.
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Posted: November 4, 2003 12:21 AM PST; Last modified: November 4, 2003 12:21 AM PSTWeighted score: 5.1152606 Overall Rank: 6000 Comments:
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<{Baba^Yaga}> @ 24.126.116.54
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4-Nov-03/1:40 AM
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What are you shedding good poetry for fermented toad tit?
Great image 'my lips are like razors your neck slit'
Sul(ph?)fur soothes?
Owie! but good. imagery. mm.
too much reminding me of "my body's like whoa". Hip hop it's not but - interesting. the last line didn't work for me - you've already mentioned the spit dripping poison and all I could see was pussing eyes...nope, not a pretty site.
oh yeah, i was redundant wasnt i? shit
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