Content, eh?
I promised content. To all of you (1? 2?) who may be reading this, I offer you two things: a crappy poem (gotta keep up with those emerging trends!) and a short rant. :D
if all the lights...
Day's dictated epitaph is
ground up and shoved under
the moon's first light.
I quiver down to your spine,
(you're) prematurely smiling at
my bodily disposition
(there is the “passion” I sold you
?)
I breathe in your snarl
and hope you send it
spiraling back (right
after the flood)
Light awakes my panting pattern,
soft glow protrudes from beyond his palm
and you jump back so harshly.
Like all days', your light has faded.
And I guess that rape's not exactly
the right word when it was -
never mind, Congressman.
All the lights went out tonight.
At least for me
they did.
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if all the lights...
Day's dictated epitaph is
ground up and shoved under
the moon's first light.
I quiver down to your spine,
(you're) prematurely smiling at
my bodily disposition
(there is the “passion” I sold you
?)
I breathe in your snarl
and hope you send it
spiraling back (right
after the flood)
Light awakes my panting pattern,
soft glow protrudes from beyond his palm
and you jump back so harshly.
Like all days', your light has faded.
And I guess that rape's not exactly
the right word when it was -
never mind, Congressman.
All the lights went out tonight.
At least for me
they did.
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