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slipping through my fingers
By Northstar
grease,
I slide
myself
on top
of you
sweaty
flesh
telling
the truth
heavy
breaths
caught
in my chest
your eyes
roll through
seven deaths
I can't
hear you
though
you're screaming
colored red
synapses
streaming
fall to
the floor
collapsing
heaving
hallucinations
make-believing
contemplations
tea-leaf
readings
empty cups
visions
bleeding
crystal ball
cracked
and shattered
the pieces
drop away
fragmented
tattered
my hands
cant grasp
what once
had mattered
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Copyright 2005 Northstar
Published on Tuesday, April 19, 2005.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
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On Thursday, April 21, 2005, NikesRain
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wrote:
damn this just wrapped around my mind and stunned it, so intense and the last lines just dropped me to the floor....outstanding
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A former member wrote:
pretty damn intense, had to slow myself down at points. well done
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A former member wrote:
damn... dark and heavy...
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On Wednesday, April 20, 2005, Dark_Goddess
(13) wrote:
Wow! This has so many meanings on so many levels. Very nice!
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A former member wrote:
this is amazing.
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On Wednesday, April 20, 2005, island warrior
(210) wrote:
A truly wonderful piece of writing.
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A former member wrote:
.. Excellent write. This was fucking great. Thank you.
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