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Revolutionary Daggerology
By monalisamarie
Things I do, things I’ve done
Places that I tried to run
I cannot run from anymore
For I’ve become part of the floor
And so spill out more poems’ lines
A martyr for some worthy cause
I part my lips and without pause
I whisper a song, I whisper a song
The tune is right, the words are wrong
And so spill out more poems’ lines
Poem’s lines, poem’s lines
Haven’t I said this many times?
I just may kill you in your sleep
I just may wash your feet
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© 2006 monalisamarie
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On Monday, April 10, 2006, Equinox Asylum
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wrote:
Poetry in a poem? How wonderful. I luv this. I have been floored.
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On Thursday, April 6, 2006, antiScripsony
(30) wrote:
I love the offbeat at the end of the poem. The sudden stop in the rhythm is dead classy.
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