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Discussion in 'Poetry' started by Silent_concubine, May 31, 2004.

  1. eat the flesh
    spit out the seeds
    that’s all there is
    to this disease
    you want the cure
    it’s easy, it’s a breeze
    close your eyes
    drop to your knees
    it’s a daunting blade
    it’s a silver shell
    you can’t buy love
    it’s not for sell
    you can touch my hand
    my heart exposed
    but I warn you first
    I have thorns like a rose
     
  2. I thoroughly enjoyed this poem. It's well composed, directly to the point without too much fluff and stuff. Giving you an understanding of the intimate nature composing this individual. It is a disease.
     

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