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Posted 6/5/08 , edited 6/6/08
Metallic liquid-the polish-turn down your flames
Let me, the sinner; dine with your silver spoons-
“your selfless rustic bubbles”
I have stalked you-sitting there, aglow with pride-
so much like that flame, I’ll gladly smother it

Come, oh majestic one, let loose your fated massacres-
The sun flower massacres,
Run through those bloodied fields-bury that heart of yours
with chloroplast, go feed the sickened fly cadavers and watch,
watch the solo of my marching band-floats of wild peppers
Posted 6/6/08 , edited 6/7/08
*shock* whoa....awesome poem!! did you wrote it?
Posted 6/27/08 , edited 6/27/08
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