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..TherE WaS OncE A TimE../..ThE DrunK End..

..TherE WaS OncE A TimE..
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Elegant flows surround me,
Like the best of summer breezes

A faint trickle of flowers,
Fill my inner soul of seasons

Intertwined mixtures of mountain air,
The sweetest blades of grass

Walking down this trail of life,
But off the beaten path

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..ThE DrunK End..
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Its
4am
Fuck
Im
Drunk
Again

My
Sewn
Up
Heart
Wont
Seem
To
Mend

Looking
Through
This
Bottle
Upon
My
Past

My
Heart
Bleeds
Dry
Then
Stops
Last
Gasp

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On Tuesday January 22nd, 2008, slow.burn.star (97) writes:

drowning // like mud in my lungs. x

On Saturday March 31st, 2007, Guillotine (228) writes:

don't look too deep through the bottle, friend. these things tend to refill if you nurse them long enough, and it becomes harder to see who you are and what things mean to you when everything is full of alcohol.

On Saturday March 31st, 2007, OttOEviL (95) writes:

Well..I do admit when things are fucked up i do drink to get wasted...But not all the time...Good words though man..Thank you..

On Saturday March 31st, 2007, Mab (1028) writes:

wicked fun contrast! ~M

On Friday March 30th, 2007, Urban Shipwreck (989) writes:

Shit man, heavy. I know these words. Flow was great, especially loved the last stanza. Kudos. ~Ship!

On Friday March 30th, 2007, OttOEviL (95) writes:

Yes people...Quite the contradiction of poems huh...Tis how i planned...=]

On Friday March 30th, 2007, Mylissa (1088) writes:

I love the start to this...it is wonderful. simply wonderful.

On Friday March 30th, 2007, Aunty Depressant (717) writes:

Feeling closed in..bottled necked..can't escape!

On Friday March 30th, 2007, Bella Butchery (1149) writes:

fucking gasp. structure and words played like a mandolin, well done meistro!

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