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pretty like drugs
by Vere Mantratriad
listen up to what you'll see
and write it down to hold it true
consider it for the collection
what you could tell the hereafter
we're all just biding time
until horses ride along
and trample on the graves
of those that have escaped
from your underside
and I could hold your favor
in a basket under my bed
but I can't hold your hand
when you're pushing me away
guard
under
beware the eyes of august
05/24/2006 Author's Note: and he asked me to be his fluffer
"Pretty Like Drugs" by Katie Jane Garside (Queenadreena)
I really don't know. I just don't.
Posted on 05/24/2006
Copyright © 2025 Vere Mantratriad
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Christel Crews on 05/24/06 at 07:32 PM "and I could hold your favor, in a basket under my bed, but I can't hold your hand, when you're pushing me away" ~ what power these four lines hold within them.. i don't know .. maybe its just that i've walked this road before but this is a powerful piece... you get my applause
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| Posted by Ginette T Belle on 05/26/06 at 12:53 AM love it, love it... |
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