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we're out of coffee...
By verablue
You pick up your pencil
In a devious emotion
In etched
silver imperfection
To mark down your alterations in stark white
flesh
Your hands burn a brighter blue
They smell of
swine and incarceration
You step with both feet in a fateless frenzy
In a dim light stereotype
I ache with ambition
To
bleed your dirty touch
Do you think I’m asking too much?
When your face is dripping down temptation
Your voice in scarlet
frequencies
Just above my ears reach
Just above sanity
We’re stirring conversation into our coffee with little sterling
spoons
Your fingers clench table cloths
Bleeding a
distinctive aura
My lips dare touch
And your
lies taste more graceful than ever before
Almost like winter ballet
Resembling autumns golden leaves
Mirroring moonlit archways
My hands reach out to pull you in
You belong right here
Deep red inside me
Quench my parched thirst
We’re out of coffee
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Published on Monday, December 18, 2006.
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On Friday, December 29, 2006, carlosjackal
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wrote:
"You belong here/Deep red inside me" This was like taking the situation of tea for two but subverting it beyond all recognition and making it something all the more glorious.
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On Wednesday, December 20, 2006, Alanarchy
(1200) wrote:
"Your voice in scarlet frequencies just above my ears reach just above sanity" So very cool. hahaha, and now I realise miss lissa highlighted the same lines I did. Oh well. Twice as bad. Write on.
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On Wednesday, December 20, 2006, Bella Butchery
(724) wrote:
can i steal your skills, please?
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On Monday, December 18, 2006, Mylissa
(845) wrote:
Lovely title...and stunning poem. "Your voice in scarlet frequencies, Just above my ears reach, just above sanity." Beautiful.
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