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.















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Sexual Angst: Poetry to liberate the body and soul.
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~poetrycafe
"And Australia's still like 'w-t-f?' But they'll be dead soon. F***ing Kangaroo's."
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~Bryce Yeoman~
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"In every real man a child is hidden that wants to play." - Friedrich Nietzsche
Because we're all humans.
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"In every real man a child is hidden that wants to play." - Friedrich Nietzsche
Because we're all humans.
--
~poetrycafe
"And Australia's still like 'w-t-f?' But they'll be dead soon. F***ing Kangaroo's."
--
~Bryce Yeoman~
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