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A RANT OF THE GREATEST PROPORTIONS...

broken thoughts puzzled together ...

provoked by a conversation with a friend....

Sitting here in a prison of my own making I sit and ponder everything that has been I have given all of me for the taking and wonder if there i..

My Baby, I sit here now and remember you... I didn't appreciate you when you were here your memory is stillso crisp and so clear I remember yo..

For all you are and all that I hope to be there is something about me you simply can't see behind closed lips are bumps that hinder eyes wide ..

Is it so hard? A Rant...

Written soft upon my heart a feathers language cease not a one speaks truth to see what shall ne'er be sight's release What has ne'er a ..

Salty sweet there on my lips as the blood from my teeth drips such sweetness did you give me as your supple neck did plea the softness..

It came to me last night as I slept... it reads like two poems