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You're drinking to the defeat of
innocence, your enchanted ego
swelling like the darkening
crescents above your cheekbones.
Intoxicated slumbers don't
always follow your daring
agenda. They trick (or treat)
your vision, making the 10-cent
eye candy rethink their pricing.
The party ended a few hours ago;
you fell with pelvic thrusts
in time to your signature
7/8 heartbeat when the pseudo-
whores lap dancing for
blow-pop babies
toasted a drink to victory.
- by Aphrodite f l y t r a p |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 07/15/2008 |
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Comments (2 Comments)
- LittleAshleyKitty - 07/15/2008
- This poem is FANTASTIC. I love the almost-flawless wording.
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- Astaire - 07/15/2008
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An old'n but a good'n, indeed.
I think I've seen this piece a million times, but it still carries meaning. The trick (or treat) thing may be a bit too cutesy, but it works within the context of the poem. Much love. heart - Report As Spam