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Frankenstein
You were similar to swallowing gravel.
I loved the way
you made me sick. Now I love the way
alcohol does it as I swallow down
the last pieces of rotten flesh
and forget the memories
upon an orgy of misuse.
I loved the way
you made me sick. Now I love the way
alcohol does it as I swallow down
the last pieces of rotten flesh
and forget the memories
upon an orgy of misuse.
Published 18th Mar 2011
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ah, fabulous, and the title is great, would never have thought of it that way. [:
18th Mar 2011 6:55pm
Thank you, J - really hurting at the moment trying to find a constructive outlet. :)
18th Mar 2011 9:08pm
this poem is a perfect bloody punch to the teeth, I would not change a thing, it seems like I was just in that place not long ago
18th Mar 2011 9:15pm
Anonymous
18th Mar 2011 11:27pm
is great. I love the title, as well.
What I would give for your mind... :]
What I would give for your mind... :]
19th Mar 2011 00:03am
Thank you, Cori and you honestly don't you have a stunning mind and mine is only formed on a destructive lifestyle :)
