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Desillusionated by the mystifying beauty of a crime
By Linwe
Unable to accomplish your goal
You drowned yourself in oil
But you floated on it
The infernal dance you couldn't quit
Self-inflicted scars everywhere
Not a maggot who would dare
To try to make you stop
Please don't give your life up..
A rope to make it worse
As if someone spread a curse
You wrecked your own luck
Like you wouldn't give a fuck
The hell you created was your own
A place where you could suffer all alone
Flames at last gave you rest
Your sacred tutu, the only thing you could make out of the mess
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Copyright 2004 Linwe
Published on Wednesday, July 21, 2004.
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"Poetry"
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A former member wrote:
you couldn’t quit". The more I read your work the more captivated I become. Thankyou so much for sharing. Be assured I will return to this poem. ~*~ Rose ~*~
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A former member wrote:
This is a wonderful write; I particularly like the final line. Although your profile promises that your english vocabulary isn't big enough to play with gorgeous words, I beg to differ. "You drowned yourself in oil But you floated on it The infernal dance
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A former member wrote:
your words have an intricate depth, i love it. nice work! ;)
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