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Eating My Soul (Free verse) by little_big_nose Eating my soul
Your touch is so cold
I thought you meant everything
You made it into a whole lot of NOTHING
Now lets see how you feel
You can't stand it because it's real
Or will you not even care
I bet the fellings were never even there
You did a good job, now put away the mask
Before you go, I have something to ask
Has this hate of yours always been this fine
Why am I wasting my time, you're not worth my rhymes
Up the ladder:
voices on the bus
Down the ladder:
Gabriel
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Posted: January 2, 2004 5:53 PM PST; Last modified: January 2, 2004 5:53 PM PSTWeighted score: 4.7615943 Overall Rank: 11606 Comments:
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[while]Eating my soul[,]
Your touch is so cold
[that] I thought you meant [to eat] everything
[but instead] You [have] made it into a whole lot of NOTHING [making the exercise of having my soul eaten seem somewhat pointless since it no longer exists]
Ok, I know that last bit is a little more than a conjunctive phrase, but did I get it more or less right?
Thanks.