|always got something up her sleeve
I don't trust her always smirking about something.... I'll never know about. She's insane and the demons she brings along with her... hang out with the skeletons in her [closet] locked there to rot away like their flesh did long before. She's got something up her sleeve. The key to the [closet].
14 May 10
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ah well fuck, i guess i will comment,
no need for about - what?
i know her
and the demons molest the skeletons in her [closet] .
i like it
The lay out effectively enhances the poem. Puts me in mind of some of Peter Readings poems which are similarly formatted
Thanks you all...that means so much!
its spose to read lie across but my format kinda messed up
I do like poems that hint at a story but leave 90% untold. This one does just that.
cute. enjouyed. thanks.
psycho you are really breaking out of your shell. -mandee
thanks guys that really means much :D
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