| a slimy yellow confluence of urine and dirt
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fdostoev
| she ran in fear when | 1 |
i finally made my way downstairs | 2 |
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"you were on your hands and knees | 3 |
licking the floor behind the toilet... | 4 |
wailing on and on about | 5 |
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sin | 6 |
and | 7 |
penance" | 8 |
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:strip away | 9 |
the conscious | 10 |
with farmhouse | 11 |
drugs, | 12 |
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you get | 13 |
a ghost eyed | 14 |
pancake face | 15 |
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alone in the | 16 |
November | 17 |
field | 18 |
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requesting | 19 |
god: | 20 |
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nice poem
— varun
i like your poem even if it is long
— bettalpha
Varun,
Bettalpha:
thx for reading
and commenting.
justin
— fdostoev
This is good.
— Krttika
Love 9-15
— Krttika
Leaves a bad taste in my mouth though :-)
— Krttika
Krttika/
thx/,
Justin.
— fdostoev
A strange little ditty about some sick shit!
— unknown
hea hea/
lets
drink to our mutal
self deprication/
hea hea
— fdostoev
This is very good - kind of revolting, but necessarily so.
Lines 9-20 not revolting at all, raw and honest
I like it.
— smugzy
nice.
— listen
One cool poem. Great imagery.
Larry paint it with wordsLark
— larrylark
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