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DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
edited October 2005 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
This page pressed flat,
this book is closed
where all the world
once dissappeared.
In lust with hope
And lost God's words.
I wandered high
ways and cafe's.

I found my love
all bent and burned.
Delicious, seared,
my favorite part.
disco infirmed, oh
disco infirmed.

However, now then
nothing lasts. This
foxy mop knows what
is best. Puts it to rest
to heal to death
whatever,
whatev...
In my sunny-bright best.

This, is moving on, my sweet
This is liberty.



Marc Morris ~ you have touched my soul.
from that small fact, I shall never be free.
Mountains of love lay in-between
thank you for everything
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Comments

  • :) How wonderful, Ms. PastaNazi! You's one slammin' foxy mop, das fa shooah! :D
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    :)

    lol

    doo doo
    da
    doo doo
    da
    doo doo doo


    yeah.... i've thought about it real deep
    no. i believe i wont.



    love you :)
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