Difference between revisions of "Raspberry Rain"
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| − | :XoxO | + | ::XoxO |
| − | :Hey baby | + | ::Hey baby |
| − | :Shake baby | + | ::Shake baby |
| − | :Your pollen is a callin' | + | ::Your pollen is a callin' |
| − | :All the bees for miles aroun' | + | ::All the bees for miles aroun' |
| − | :They see how you glisten | + | ::They see how you glisten |
| − | :Petals flexin' in the sun | + | ::Petals flexin' in the sun |
| − | :They catch wind o' your scent | + | ::They catch wind o' your scent |
| − | :And your way they fly | + | ::And your way they fly |
| − | :But if you'd only see me | + | ::But if you'd only see me |
| − | :Baby, I'd be your humble bumble | + | ::Baby, I'd be your humble bumble |
| − | :The sweetest little bee | + | ::The sweetest little bee |
| − | :Sting. | + | ::Sting. |
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| + | :::Puny God: | ||
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| + | :::Words spit acid rivers | ||
| + | :::Coursing down an undeserving face | ||
| + | :::Cut deep rivulets | ||
| + | :::Sap the strength of the righteous | ||
| + | :::Shatter fragile bonds | ||
| + | :::With retard's might | ||
| + | :::Stupid | ||
| + | :::Stupid | ||
| + | :::Dumb | ||
| + | :::Short sighted | ||
| + | :::Push away strength freely offered | ||
| + | :::'Stead of nurturing | ||
| + | :::You're culling | ||
| + | :::Whittling away at bonds of loyalty | ||
| + | :::What do you think will happen | ||
| + | :::When the last fiber bond | ||
| + | :::The last tendon of kinship | ||
| + | :::Is severed under your talons and harsh judgements | ||
| + | :::Where will we be? | ||
| + | :::Weaker. | ||
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| + | ::What The Fuck: | ||
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| + | ::I thought I was on your side | ||
| + | ::A shield against the raging tide | ||
| + | ::For a moment | ||
| + | ::Thought I'd found | ||
| + | ::Fuck I don't know | ||
| + | ::Something | ||
| + | ::Refuge | ||
| + | ::Instead you bite my hand | ||
| + | ::You don't want my help | ||
| + | ::I'll never be | ||
| + | ::What you want or need | ||
| + | ::What the fuck is my purpose | ||
| + | ::Losing sight of my point | ||
| + | ::This poem sucks. | ||
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| + | :::Diary entry: | ||
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| + | :::So alone | ||
| + | ::Alone alone aloooone | ||
| + | :Alone alone | ||
| + | :alone | ||
| + | ::alonealone | ||
| + | :::alone | ||
| + | ::All by myself | ||
| + | :What do I do? | ||
| + | ::Where do I go? | ||
| + | :::So tired. | ||
| + | ::Pathetic | ||
| + | :Ronin | ||
| + | Nothing | ||
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| + | :Honey: | ||
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| + | :Hot fire, slick, slimy, sweet | ||
| + | :From Bourbon kisses, Whiskey shivers | ||
| + | :Expectorate splat onto rosy cheek | ||
| + | :Redlining temper flares | ||
| + | :Fists are swinging | ||
| + | :Target's stationary | ||
| + | :Warning sign signal flares | ||
| + | :Redlining charger stays | ||
| + | :Bone meets flesh | ||
| + | :Untouched flesh meets fleshy bone | ||
| + | :Bile rises, contact continues... | ||
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| + | I can't do this. | ||
Latest revision as of 20:21, 19 July 2012
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