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conversation feels like whoring.
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decadent parades
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of slick
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and woman-like verses
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with curves like Hera
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  to haunt me.
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picking at the scabs
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I see people shine
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and decorate: lovely,
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how they can take
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  their fettered wounds
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and worship them
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   like angels.
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21 Mar 05

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I love the title, could be reworked.

in decadent parades,
slick verse with curves
haunts me, hera...
 — Roz

Mmm, a good imagery. I don't agree with it of course. The being because I am one of those who loves conversation, especially conversation that picks at the scabs. Worshiping my wounds is just fine with me.
 — silentscream
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