UndertheOcean
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Thu Jan-03-08 02:51 AM
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Poem about love, for inchworm |
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The World , my love
To be disenchanted with the world, is to know it for the first time. A moment of imperfect epiphany, a recollection of what has always been, yet is no more.
To be enchanted with the world, is to swim between its waves, drowning under every crest, yet still coming up for air.
To be outside the world yet still within it, that my love, is another world , which may save this one.
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Inchworm
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Thu Jan-03-08 03:04 AM
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to pull you and take you to me ancient is our love lasting til now passions of old in my pants I raise
The werld a sucky ball whose waves are in dirt I fill you with my face a face of beaten eggs
pilgrim and this just may take the stain out of your shirt
..tired of thinkin :)
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Thu Jan-03-08 03:08 AM
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Thu Jan-03-08 03:10 AM
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3. wtf kinda critique is... |
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Thu Jan-03-08 03:12 AM
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4. I am sorry but this got me ==> |
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"passions of old" "in my pants I raise"
:rofl:
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Thu Jan-03-08 03:14 AM
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5. why would you fall for such juvinile things? |
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