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All poems except the ones by REFLEX and dariusgriffin were rubbish. |
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i hate angsty teenage poetry |
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but im a young man, not a teen |
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I share because you do... |
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iam glad someone enjoys my sick poems of grease and death. |
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they were real good shit, made me laugh but also some clever shit in there. Gwely Mernans is pure gut-wrenching angst. |
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Here's some of , if you care to read it. |
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thankyou |
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hahaha!...awsome dood! horsefactory: your a good man/horse. thanks. |
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Gwely Mernans> thankyou it's sylvia plath tho, she is quite amazing. |
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mashing the buttons, violent intent fulgores metal fist, crunch |
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You unzip my archive I compress your face You defrag my hard drive I partition your free space p.s. I have w32.blaster. |
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hahhah!!1 horsefactory rulez. |
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theta i've ruined all my desiccated surroundings cascading, arid alder, dampened solvency the sinuous flow, sinuated currents the only form to give comfort, warmth insinuating the fears, thefts, threats atoning prepared to burst from the busted seams blurring, eroding currency, current fees my denunciation, is an inundated location a maligned enderon, a touchy anteroom a transept i've entered wrecked leagues casually walked into fiery caverns and broken all the tiles cavilling the stucco walls chiding the chilling daytime before me never is it compelling |
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lauded faiths sour, slightly fatigued, and ill technique performs the visions admission of detailed remissions blank white figures, live cadavers, transmitting iridescent measures eradiating the livelihood, permission aeon omissions, denting distinction renting space in the end of nowhere, residing beneath little blank stages instigating. purposely they're calling peculiar liars, dividing, desiring it all, mysterious paragons, demented, languid years of tearfully manoeuvred redstarts inside deniable, defiled sallow filaments destiny hides inside lemmatised plaster walls ever locked inside, taunted by casual futures and it befell, living within wrongful reasoning |
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