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Parents had me over for dinner.
by Johnny CrimsonThirsty vulture red lashes
organ doner, tripped up on lith,
split w/ K spit and spliffed the J
and the remaining saliva spilled onto
his sneakers.
And it was at that moment
the googly-eyed fuck-tastic-freshman (ftf) glanced
across the room and spotted me and my habit.
3 weeks later I'm trying to separate the denim residue
from her scorched skin-bone mix and I realized I never
asked your name. 05/11/2009 Posted on 05/11/2009
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| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ava Blu on 05/14/09 at 09:10 PM i like these lines: "3 weeks later I'm trying to separate the denim residue
from her scorched skin-bone mix and I realized I never
asked your name." |
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