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August 27th, 2001, 02:54 PM
#1
Senior Hostboard Member
Tastefull as hell. I really enjoyed this one. I loved the idea of Soul-i-tary confinement. That was a beautifull play on the word... Excellent poem!~ POST MORE!
**this would be a little bit longer but I must be running off to class now (damn the system)**
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August 27th, 2001, 03:55 PM
#2
Inactive Member
It's that time again
To smell the roses so fresh
But yet resist the sweet and sour
Of the apple so tempting to make one lose
his legs
Reminiscent of the taste I feel
Wrapped in your body caresseing time
The roses in the garden are no match for your skin
Dripping from my tongue
As though water from a leaky faucet
Drip Drop
Tick Tock
Here in soul-i-tary confinement
Dreams become reality
If your slumber outlasts your life
Which is why my key dropped down the drain
Long, long ago
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