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Soft beads of sweat sleeping on my skin
Silhouettes of sunshine swept across my smile
A perfect moment
Sex then reset
Winter widows left to warm

Depressed daemons dressed in dreams
Broken believers being born
Such a moment
Never lasted
Foolish feelings for a friend

What was seen should see something sinful
Frolicking fools fucking a fawn
Regretted moments
Never happened
A perfect player played and lost

And all that's left for me to lean on
Are depressed daemons dancing down towards the dawn

 

 

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©31 March 2003 - 7:32pm — running_with_rabbits
23 June 2005 - 6:25am — Parabolic Logic (not verified)
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The alliteration is a bit over the top. It does have a very tongue-twister feel.

7 April 2005 - 5:39pm — Animal Rights Coalition 9 (not verified)
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the title is a poem in itself

12 May 2003 - 12:38pm — Nicole.J.Burgess
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The poem is awsome, the title is messed and realllllly long. But good so good..
What were you thinking when you wrote this, that's all i need to know
nikki

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