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Kool cigarette sizzles to completion
marijuana is packed into a glass pipe
What a wasted hour in this wasted day
a twisted font for blaspheming type
We have a Cuban cigar crisis
and we live our lives in tension
with the ghosts of old regrets in hand
and the memories we hate to mention
Contorted television persona
with lips of crimson, and lashes of muck
telling us of the horrors to come
reminding us all that we're out of luck
Spat on faces peer through fractured panes
no explaination for pains extended
cliche ramblings of the final prisoner
with undertones of the underdefended
- by SilvertongueSagittarius |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 04/18/2010 |
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- Title: Ghosts
- Artist: SilvertongueSagittarius
- Description: NaPoWriMo day 18. Im growing tired of NaPoWriMo. lol. Well, this is just a recollection of a day I spent with a few friends a while back
- Date: 04/18/2010
- Tags: ghosts
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Comments (1 Comments)
- Echo Ligeia - 04/19/2010
- Very nice! I can really put myself into the situation you are describing, because you portray it so vividly. Good choice in selecting images and of giving a genuine experience to me. 4/5 (Which is very, very good! smile )
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