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4 Line Rhyme

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sepicla_ikn
Lost Thinker
United Kingdom
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Shepard feeding blind rabbits a carrot
thatís what theyíd call a silly plonker
And Wonka best back up
because many women my willy conquered

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Bender
Jarlath
Fire of Insight
Ireland
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.deil rorrim ehT

Sleeping with a blood stained idea.
A razor sun cuts bullet dreams.
Finger painting blindfolded in the dark.
That which was, now only seems.
Written by Bender (Jarlath)
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MadameLavender
Guardian of Shadows
United States
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Harvesting

The Organ Bank rep, stands, await--
mood is somber, surgeons cut.
Catch the heart before it's too late;
donor dies, we sew him shut.

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David_Macleod
David Macleod
Guardian of Shadows
United Kingdom
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elephants

 
The eloquent eloquence of elephants
Is knowingly known and renowned
They trumpety trump like trumpets
Sounding out soundworthy sounds
Written by David_Macleod (David Macleod)
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David_Macleod
David Macleod
Guardian of Shadows
United Kingdom
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There is a hole in the bed
cold, since you've been dead
There is an empty comfy chair
I wish you were there

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sepicla_ikn
Lost Thinker
United Kingdom
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Weird but how good is it getting?
Weíre fast and furious
Iím Dominic Toretto and you my Letty
speeding away as theyíre ignoring us

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Taurek
Dangerous Mind
United States
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Iím in the zone
Sheís getting boned
ĎCause itís Stone all alone
When his mama ainít home

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AEMelia564
Y
Tyrant of Words
Norway
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Sunlight preformed an aria of dusk
Springled by tiny specks of dust
I breathe in balmed awareness anew
Igniting dew

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sepicla_ikn
Lost Thinker
United Kingdom
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Room corner laugh no more, canít stand closer
Beating my brother and I love it
Tricked to having 3 drags of that Spice rubbish
Iím never waking up with a hangover

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Taurek
Dangerous Mind
United States
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Look at you, now look at me
Iím smoking weed, youíre eating Brie
Iím looking good, you smell like cheese
Get with me? Get on your knees.

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runaway-mindtrain
Dangerous Mind
United States
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Chairmen of the bored

 
Merely this sobbing cupcake immersed in a lukewarm au lait dream
Extra over privileged pseudo imp soy dish of deceits drank per diem
So making beta whip creams taking their opinions from mainstream
Growing the flaccid vine requiring a nightlight rather than sunbeams
 
Written by runaway-mindtrain
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David_Macleod
David Macleod
Guardian of Shadows
United Kingdom
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GAS

Humpty Dumpty sat on his ass
full of wind that he wanted to pass
all the king's horses and people of class
couldn't survive  and they were all gassed

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cloventongue89
Nathaniel Peter
Fire of Insight
United States
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I spoke and slit your throat with my tongue
Don't trust me with your heart it's too great a burden to bear
I see the disbelief for the way I yielded my lung
When my breath made a weapon of your former despair...

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cloventongue89
Nathaniel Peter
Fire of Insight
United States
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The part I hate the most is never what they say to me
But that which proceeds out of the abundant lack in my heart
As I turn and write my sins in a such a way it sounds like nobility
I dread the sight of myself when I can see my darkest part...

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cloventongue89
Nathaniel Peter
Fire of Insight
United States
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Daggers to sleeves, see the wound in my pride
No sutures to mend the scars inflicted
Poorly concealed, all that's inside
Murder by way, the mouth of the afflicted...

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