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A filthy mouth under a spot light,
the laughter of the crowd feels
like razor's to her heart.
Bad jokes freely insult.

Lingering echoes in dreams,
she sleeps with an imaginary
gun to her head,
it helps her to fall asleep
in fear of waking to
something tangible.

Don't spill your guilt
to a sensitive heart.
Love can not penatrate
these echoes of rape.
Make an @ss of youself
with your filthy mouth.

2007-12-03 01:22:27 · 1 answers · asked by catsclaw 6 in Arts & Humanities Poetry

another old poem l have found wondering if anyone thinks it's any good

2007-12-03 01:24:00 · update #1

1 answers

ya this is a great poem very dark but it really speaks what is on your mind.

2007-12-03 02:41:09 · answer #1 · answered by nevets 1 · 0 0

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