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this stem
blanketed
in a
beautiful
shade of
crimson
dripping
melting
away with
every
single
passing
second
the thorns
however
keep their
sudden
steady
growth
as it all
ropes
around
your
fragile
neck all
circulation
ceases
to exist
it all
unfolds
in your
face.
:iconapocalypsenow6661313:

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A short, quick, somewhat concrete poem.

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:iconsexualangst:
Beautiful imagery, and truly intense symbolism. :nods: Another excellent piece.

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Sexual Angst: Poetry to liberate the body and soul.
:iconmetal4ever:
I love it !

--
~Bryce Yeoman~
:iconapocalypsenow6661313:
Thanks!!!

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"In every real man a child is hidden that wants to play." - Friedrich Nietzsche

Because we're all humans.
:iconapocalypsenow6661313:
:hug: And thanks for the fav!!

--

"In every real man a child is hidden that wants to play." - Friedrich Nietzsche

Because we're all humans.
:iconmetal4ever:
No problrm man well worth it

--
~Bryce Yeoman~

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December 6, 2005
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