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In a clean white sheet appeared a small blot Thick in clotting texture, drying in black Absorbed by the cloth, likewise stained the cot Leaked to the floor in a puddle of plaque. Carbon black that leaked from an old ballpen While I was doodling love-hearts like a fool Chump she was I thought, felt she was cheapen To use me as her instrument; her tool. As the ink dried, my thought was in joyride While my mind raced with words she had written Graphic chronicle and just how she cried With deep remorse and underlip bitten Although it was too late for us by then Blot caused by her, same that of leaking pen.
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OVERRIPE
Mature as the witch riding on a broom
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Brown as that banana without a peel
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Skin of hers, touch it till you feel the doom
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Lustily soft, slick, with earthy appeal.
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Nothing lives forever, but is rotten
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Decomposed after all, however clad
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Be it silk, canvas or dirty cotton
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Firm they are, but underneath is as bad.
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We hold these truths to be self evident,
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Observable as just as burnable
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Yet still we trust in something permanent
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Everlasting and is discernible.
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This Everlasting Love, Eternal Peace
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Repose, despite of skin's many a crease.
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OVERRIPE
Mature as the witch riding on a broom Brown as that banana without a peel Skin of hers, touch it till you feel the doom Lustily soft, slick, with earthy appeal. Nothing lives forever, but is rotten Decomposed after all, however clad Be it silk, canvas or dirty cotton Firm they are, but underneath is as bad. We hold these truths to be self evident, Observable as just as burnable Yet still we trust in something permanent Everlasting and is discernible. This Everlasting Love, Eternal Peace Repose, despite of skin's many a crease.
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FRIEND
Champion of my cause, he's ready to fend
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Our vast mutually-clad choices daily.
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the-sigularity 13-Apr-13, 09:25
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A bind, to which we diligently tend
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Inclined to help 'spite of chores so scaly.
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To share such devotion is rarely found
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the-sigularity 14-Apr-13, 00:41
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A friend that stands by, through thick or through thin.
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Dives on water, saves me from being drowned
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and guards my back whether we lose or win.
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Makes headway for us if he finds a chance
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obsteve 14-Apr-13, 14:00
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Deleted by obsteve on 15-Apr-13, 03:11.
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But am I friend to him, the man I love?
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To pledge my oath, my wealth, to take that stance
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And have I strength? Or do I love enough
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Sufficient to say I'm inadequate
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