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maggots in my skull
By wicked flesh
Under the weeping willow
Grows a lake of salty tears
In a boat of concrete
She sits, dangles her fears
The worms writhe and jiggle
On that sharp sharp hook
Sleep now; live later
Choked by her bile
She is just an arsenic princess
With her absinthe smile
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© 2006 Kia
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On Monday, November 29, 2010, Perkele
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wrote:
Absinthe could never find a better pair of lips
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A former member wrote:
I enjoyed this very much.
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On Monday, November 6, 2006, blue
(1409) wrote:
"absinthe smile" wicked indeed! =) ~b
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On Monday, November 6, 2006, Alanarchy
(1168) wrote:
Those outro lines were very well contrived. I enjoyed this.
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On Monday, November 6, 2006, carlosjackal
(2788) wrote:
10 short lines of bilious wonder. Classical imagery intertwined with the disturbed mind of a sick princess. Excellent.
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On Saturday, November 4, 2006, ashottothetemple
(37) wrote:
"She is just an arsenic princess With her absinthe smile" I'm very bitten by this, you write like acid. I like it =") Fenux
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A former member wrote:
it is very different
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