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his chin
By Kfritz
I lay on his bed
And count every little
Piece of stubble
growing on his chin
It looks so amazing to me
Each one
has its own place on his face
I just lay there and count
Each little black dot
And In between numbers
I think about how
He’ll never be able to save me
But his chin helps
Keep me sane
By taking my mind
Off of our reality
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Copyright 2004 Kfritz
Published on Tuesday, July 27, 2004.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
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A former member wrote:
Yes, this is.
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On Tuesday, July 27, 2004, Malice In Wonderland
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wrote:
very thought provoking kya
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A former member wrote:
hahah, the joys of facial hair.
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On Tuesday, July 27, 2004, Mademoiselle_Minx
(108) wrote:
heh...I liked the simplicity of this piece.It makes alot of sense...how something so simple can save you from something so complicated.We find shelter in simplicity.Nice write.
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A former member wrote:
i like it, it's very simple, and the last few lines tie it all in together. nice job :-)
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On Tuesday, July 27, 2004, stormtalk
(727) wrote:
Yeah, Phoenix's got it. It's simple, yet entirely original. Very nice work.
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