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Post by Laura on May 19, 2006 10:34:37 GMT -6
how dare you touch me like I was your kingdom to take over spineless oak rubbing against my legs like running on a one way street to agony
will it reach my veins before I scratch
get off of me get out of me.
if I could have seen the jagged edge I would have never came so close you were like a flower blooming a rose even lost upon acres of green
I never saw you coming
but I am sure I know you saw me.
and how dare you touch me like I was your prize to handle and showcase me to all your friends
I am sure they were laughing I am sure they were smiling
you spineless oak a monster to my skin
I'm turning red and every time I reach my hand to temporarily relieve this itch
I can hear you rustling in the wind
it's laughter. you monster.
so and just -
. . .
how dare you touch me.
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Post by thecrazybeautiful on May 19, 2006 15:57:25 GMT -6
"you spineless oak a monster to my skin" That's my favorite part. I like the idea in this of the constant itch, just being so hard to get rid of. It's interesting. Well done
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