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Post by anirbas on Oct 24, 2006 10:02:26 GMT -6
Taking one for the team... Is not and never a dream...
Taking one for the team... Is outright, skin peeling and spirit reviling rape...
Taking one for the team... Makes me cry and scream...
As I pray to shrink so small I disappear... Nothing more than the shrieking echoes of my pain to hear upon the crime shredded air...
Taking one for the team... If this is a god damned dream... Be a dear and wake me the fuck up...
Hold me til I stop crying and shivering, shush me like the shell shocked child, I am and be, softly whispering...
It's okay... It's okay... It's okay...
Shh... It was all just a nightmare, darling... And nothing more...
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Post by shell on Oct 24, 2006 11:49:44 GMT -6
oh wow, this is the third poem i have read in a row that writhes brutal despair! This is superb ... and of course, we wake up and sometimes find, heck, day is even worse than night ... *humph .. deeply emotive writing, Nir!
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Post by soulfir3 on Oct 24, 2006 14:59:55 GMT -6
rivetting work - love it!!
Soul
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Post by anirbas on Oct 24, 2006 16:16:07 GMT -6
thank you, ladies...real life is brutal...poetry should reflect it, yes? thanks, again...Nir
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