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Stranglehold
Hushed before I was done talking
strangled into silence
don't speak
eyes wide filling with stinging tears
blinking doesn't help
heavy lids
hands grabbing trying to fight death
no strength to hold on
cold hands
last breath escapes in loud wisps
into the open space
we cum
strangled into silence
don't speak
eyes wide filling with stinging tears
blinking doesn't help
heavy lids
hands grabbing trying to fight death
no strength to hold on
cold hands
last breath escapes in loud wisps
into the open space
we cum
Published 25th Jul 2013
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25th Jul 2013 2:28pm
25th Jul 2013 2:59pm
Anonymous
25th Jul 2013 2:30pm
loved the song, too tl!
strider
strider
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25th Jul 2013 9:59pm
25th Jul 2013 8:51pm
Like Running Turtle, I too would call the poem 'breathtaking', although to me what it describes is too much like Russian roulette to imitate.
25th Jul 2013 10:00pm
25th Jul 2013 10:01pm
Anonymous
26th Jul 2013 5:27am
Is this what Ted is trying to say? Well done!
27th Jul 2013 4:32am
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