aNOtHeRfucKINgPOEm
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[size=+4]W[/size]e never went to see the ships
sail off at dawn, hum. West, and away?
Unsheeted machines drew from ports, Oregon
on toward Japan
obliviously, everyday.
We could have bent the grass to patches, side
by side shouldering each other on the cliffs
wind whipping you,
winding up me
and the grass and the ocean into peaks, everyday.
Obliviously. For Breakfast. Instead.
We stayed home and slept
worrying the dirt in our mouths
with our grind habit,
our inflammable guilt,
and the undying sense.
We've sinned in our sleep.
sail off at dawn, hum. West, and away?
Unsheeted machines drew from ports, Oregon
on toward Japan
obliviously, everyday.
We could have bent the grass to patches, side
by side shouldering each other on the cliffs
wind whipping you,
winding up me
and the grass and the ocean into peaks, everyday.
Obliviously. For Breakfast. Instead.
We stayed home and slept
worrying the dirt in our mouths
with our grind habit,
our inflammable guilt,
and the undying sense.
We've sinned in our sleep.
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I examined the title as much as the poem..trying to find some hidden meaning or words in the caps..
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another place to hide meanings
i wish aragorn would come try to kick my ass
thank you
that's exactly what i was thinking...
you're good
what are we talking about?
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holla!
jus... check my thread in AET, please? You're a young guy... the lady needs some advice
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i use meringue in my poetry more than something like cheesecake, or whatever... cuz i make lemon meringue from scratch on thanksgiving and it's really difficult and super yum...
so, in the recipie, you have to whip egg whites into "stiff peaks"
and well, i dunno...
libido suffers the same condition... going from something relatively placid into overdrive.. and since it's a condition i experience here and there... often enough... it
umm
hey... you just wanted me to type that out, you d-to-the-double-g
another fucking[/] poem
or
not her, fuck
or
fuck poe
or
fuc-k-ing
or...
gah..
enough already
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we were whipped
stiff peaks along the kabob
my spreading heart throb
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love ya jigga