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something different -
April 6th 2009, 10:16 AM
not all poems have to rhyme.. do they? they can be like.. prose.. right? uhh...
Rust
Last night I ran
I ran around the house
While things and shadows chased me
The knife was in the freezer
The razor in the sink
They're all rather dirty
So I grabbed what I could
As it tried to hit
Like they called me from where they were lying
And I snipped it all away
I snipped the skin
But then it wouldn't stop crying
i mean they cant always make sense since people who read them should put sense into them not get sense from them..
and they couldnt always be a whole train of thought? they could just be a thought.. a part of one... right?
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