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Speed
By Chalin
body shots
from the
dead;
your mouth
moves along,
taking me
for a ride
A frustrated
reaction of
elation is
torn from
my unwilling
body.
I deserve
everything you
deny
my confused,
emaciated girl
it will
Do.
let's make it
a point
Two.
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Copyright 2003 Chalin
Published on Tuesday, July 8, 2003.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
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On Wednesday, July 30, 2003, Jonas
(720)
wrote:
hmmmm... don't believe i've read you before. excellent piece. sublime in language and meaning... push pull of love
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On Tuesday, July 8, 2003, anathema
(50) wrote:
interesting. i have a feeling this one is going to plague me. and that's a good thing in a poem- i like to be disturbed.
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