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.Unreliable Narrator .
By Corinthian
Remember
only her verse
for
she has changed:
quite a bit
all grown up and pissed
.Stainthorpe
Harlot
shining eyes like
deepavali
light
:go:
:drop :
your:
little:
:life
like a falling man
pray
to me your
revelations
of seventeen
while you
put your perfect hands on
me ...
for seven streams
you will be mine
until I
am fucking sick of you
and I replace you
with:
violins and wine
and
I will
never:
ever
close my eyes
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Copyright 2011 Corinthian
Published on Saturday, October 22, 2011.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
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On Sunday, October 23, 2011, whisperingwalls
(219)
wrote:
for seven streams you will be mine until I am fucking sick of you and I replace you with: violins and wine normally poems and vulgarity don`t mix for me, but in this circumstance it gave the piece power and was in good taste. Love the refuge of violins and wine... It painted the picture of a late night trying to forget.. and thats what poetry is all about, a perspective. enjoyed this alot
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On Saturday, October 22, 2011, Devilish
(2658) wrote:
YES!!!! There's the queen... I love it!!
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