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i have to get away from this absence
of feeling, it threatens to size me
up to shut me down down like a turtle

shelless and bubbling, waiting for
a plate to rest its weary head upon


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and we cackle deep
crackling our backs
like fried skins
and snap like bones
before spilling
marrow all over
fronts
of clean shirts


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the texture i can feel most
vividly in my sleep
is your skin

the smell that harasses
me most nights, and snatches
of day, is too
©2008-2009 ~saturnineguise
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like scalding skin,
sizzling rendered fat

burnt pieces of grated
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the second... verse (i suppose?) is my favourite, it's very vivid in description even though some of the meaning escapes me...

I like the sort of mysterious feeling I get from reading this =) great work as always.

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Gone... Fading... Everything... And, all that could have been...
N I N E I N C H N A I L S
The sweet scent of disgusting beauty.

I detest it admiringly.

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"I don't believe in umbrellas, unless it's to cover someone else's head."
=sandmanno3
second stanza is my favorite
as well

xo!

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This... this goes deep to the bone, for me.

Amazing. No less than that.

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That is happiness; to be dissolved into something completely great.
My favourite parts are the very beginning lines and the two last stanzas.
But they seem like different poems.
First you have an absence of feeling, and then you're feeling the memories.

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I'm not going to ask you to,
but it would be nice,
if my gallery had visit from you.
you raise me into higher levels of thought.

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|I||d|o|n|'|t| |n|e|e|d| a|n| a|n|t|i|-|d|r|u|g|.|

Want to end world hunger? Stop breeding and feed the kids we already have.
--E. Soileau
it all sounds very good, but last six lines are... aww. :heart: they could be a separate poem.

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