dent in my plan, rust on my soul
freedom to ban, from societal role
dunked the trust, lost the verve
ran after lust, the feminine curve
hand to fist, regard the danger
cross off list, stranger and stranger
tactics are poised, the game begun
intentions voiced, gestures redone
tuned in place, words in line
irresistable face, yours and mine
dancing to smiles, running to script
wooed swift guiles, seldom encrypte
like wells unsprung, united as intended
sad songs unsung, alienation untrended
gasping entranced, a deathlike machine
sensation enhanced, expression unseen
aftermath languish, uncoiled and splayed
a jovial anguish, demoted by trade
salut.
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p.s. this poem is about a girl i hooked up with, directly after meeting her in our illustation class. some experience.
anti-climax
anti-climax
breathe deep and live
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Byron
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Any photos? 
of the illustrations, of course!!
I enjoy bumpaty, bump, beats, and to speak out loud with this one elazar.
Like;
Train on a track
Not lookin' back
Head in the wind
jump the next bend.
It lets us be carried along by your poem and the beat takes over without us noticing.
Was she very interesting?
Albert wants to know.
of the illustrations, of course!!I enjoy bumpaty, bump, beats, and to speak out loud with this one elazar.
Like;
Train on a track
Not lookin' back
Head in the wind
jump the next bend.
It lets us be carried along by your poem and the beat takes over without us noticing.
Was she very interesting?
Albert wants to know."Bipolar is a roller-coaster ride without a seat belt. One day you're flying with the fireworks; for the next month you're being scraped off the trolley" I said that.
