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Teen Lovers
larrylark

When you were dead, I was left,
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picking up pieces from
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a perfumed  bed,
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pressing my head deep
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into silky sheets  scattered
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with blood red roses.
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Alone even before you went,
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bent out of shape,
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the world seemed Plague filled,
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taunting with flawed  promise,
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then denial. I slowly started
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to understand the messages
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of your frozen smile
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beyond an opaque window
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pane. Warm mists of breath
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leaving trails,evaporating.
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Moving finger scribed
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in your unmistakable
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backward sloping hand.
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"Come ,come, come and join."
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demanded winds whispering
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in eaves. Voices of  annointing
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breeze. "It is not death
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but taking leave. There are
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unimagined ways beyond
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this mortal door, bathed in
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translucent light, past the far
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edge of dark nights deepest
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decore, are calm waters
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and a golden shore."
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Found her, far end
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of a silver lake,
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her chilling eyes seemed
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somehow distant,
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a phantom gliding.
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What trickery of fate,
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I knew too late my time
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was coming  to an end.
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Played for loves
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redemption and lost,
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cheated,swindled,
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double crossed,
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Muse, spirit, out of tune,
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out of time, hung out to dry
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tossed into hell's kitchen,
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now i know the truth,
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You only live twice
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and then you die.
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25 Mar 06

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this didn't feel so emo to me.
 — unknown

thats probably cus you aint got no emo's in your body.Go and buy some emo pills at Teen Dream Dotty Com and give yourself  a blast.

Larry mean and teen Lark
 — unknown

Thats really good. U have some serious talent!
 — unknown

that's cruel pelican pube
 — flaminhot

Dear Flamin' hot

trouble with Peican is he's so far up that place of darkness where only toilet paper or if he or she is moderne,warm scented water cascades among  piles and bile that he doesn't even see a parody sniffing under his nose.

LarryIdiotsville Lark
 — larrylark

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