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Misty windows
Cold morning
Tracing patterns on the glass
With my fingers
Steamed glasses
I cannot see
Icy wind penetrates me
With its fingers
The virgin wool gives way and
I am compromised
The product of our union is
Chattering teeth and
A runny nose
- by gospelflier |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 01/02/2009 |
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- Title: Virginity
- Artist: gospelflier
- Description: Wrote this on a cold winter's day.
- Date: 01/02/2009
- Tags: virginity
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- Fantastic Nightmares - 03/05/2009
- ...I don't get it.
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- Novaske - 02/26/2009
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...Erhm...
....Well then...
.....I'm honestly not sure what to say. XP - Report As Spam
- The Judged Book - 01/02/2009
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You can infer a lot from this poem..
It makes me think..
This is really good man. Favs. - Report As Spam
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