nightlife knife, by Alexander Chavez
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the seed of blood, tickling my represenitive puipils of
adornment.... she sez sex defines men, if that's true money
represents all of the shallow you.... whether hot or cold
we're all hungry for attention, love it or hate it, it roams
freely in your organs.
take yourself there... where ever
there might be, coz time will saw off you're legs to the
promiseland... convey confusion..... |
| Posted: 2005-10-02 22:38:34 UTC |
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| 2005-10-03 04:21:17 | Austin Hoehn |
| I like this poem very much, I believe that it is true. There is nothing you can do about it for it is a natural process. You can't stop it you can only TRY to fight it. |
| 2005-10-19 23:51:15 | Alexander Chavez |
| thx... it's nice to know an individual appriciates my work. |