hunger kills the love you thought you had
for your new cream canvas
and your best friend and wife.
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speak to the dark angels
for your new cream canvas
and your best friend and wife.
.
.
.
speak to the dark angels
posted by Inkblot at Tuesday, June 20, 2006
2 Comments:
an emotional but concise short poem.
excellent in its delivery. raw nerve anger peeps through.
Yeah, well, I don't know about CJ's comments but I liked it.
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