SalvadorA Poem by IComeAnonI was supposed to be working, but, rather, I spent my time writing this on a menu.I am a foreign drama, Dear. My situations are Of Matters Well beyond what one should care, Dear. I am alien in Your soft hands. I write a letter now, my dear, I signed, "You-Don't-Know-Nor- You-Care-To, Me" Dear Darling, We need the mystery. So don't know now, Dear. No. © 2010 IComeAnon |
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Added on October 11, 2010 Last Updated on October 11, 2010 AuthorIComeAnonLake St. Louis, MOAboutI slide my fist down my throat And grab a fistful of bile. I smear it on paper And people call it beautiful. more..Writing
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