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Terminal (Free verse) by kingit ...and once
she has felt what
I have placed
inside of her
the tepid wetness begins
to seep
from her
crimson, velvet
pump.
The prong sank
deep. I suffer-
she makes certain
price, cost
too high, Dear-
And I am
slaughtered,
like One.
Up the ladder:
Ode to the Sun
Down the ladder:
The great seven of Coloumbia the space ship
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Posted: December 10, 2003 6:38 PM PST; Last modified: December 10, 2003 6:38 PM PSTWeighted score: 5.0 Overall Rank: 7910 Comments:
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SupremeDreamer @ 204.31.175.154
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10-Dec-03/6:42 PM
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Blessed with eight.
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