Words of DoucheryA Poem by DithI don’t think love is the answer But I am an animal; I never said it was a cure all. Every morning a new world starts To tear down my old one and the Search beings to an end. The morning is my end. Every morning Empty dread sits in my stagnant face; He pulls his fat dick out to end some Of the answers and ventilation comes At night. The morning conflicts with everything. Brassy existence. Fools with answers. Slap it down on flesh. © 2010 DithReviews
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1 Review Added on May 10, 2010 Last Updated on May 10, 2010 AuthorDithOrlando, FLAboutI'm 25. I've been writing (essays, poems) for fourteen years. I like poetry, politics, music, philosophy, photography, deep breathing. Lately I've been writing abstract type poetry where I experime.. more..Writing
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