Centrifuge

Passion;
A centrifuge
Spinning my blood
Into something
Corrupt.

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Published on Monday, March 2, 2009. Filed under: "Poetry"

Comments on "Centrifuge"

On Monday, March 2, 2009, Alanarchy (1200) wrote:

Hahah. Metaphorgasm.
A former member wrote: you know, I've read this three times and honestly, it reminds me of those science labs with blood samples that spin. and out of one grows a red rose. spun to fast, blew its petals off. *tilts head* yeah, brings that right behind my eyes. crazy awesome
On Monday, March 2, 2009, Fantecstasy (122) wrote:

Ah, the corruption of passion, or love, whichever. It can produce handcuffs, whips and lotions, but it can also produce broken hearts. I don't know which you fall into, possibly both. I seriously hope you find someone for you. You have a lot to offer someone. Really enjoyed the attempted circular shape of the poem too, nice touch. *tips hat*
On Monday, March 2, 2009, TheUltimateOutlaw (44) wrote:

Your comments always make me smile and feel slightly better about whatever horrible mess I've gotten myself into, just so you know