written by michelle miel
and chelsea (nyc)
hope you guys dont mind the repost!
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just when
red is red
the stain bled brown
a painful sound spread forth and too my ear
an ethereal wailing of
trans-mutant a-peel
unending and bending
which shattered the seal
leaving a crystaline pattern
that seemed so unreal
old heartache
softened by time
but ripened with age
a trophy of torment
a prize
for
we can only feel as much pleasure
as the pain we endure
and chelsea (nyc)
hope you guys dont mind the repost!
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just when
red is red
the stain bled brown
a painful sound spread forth and too my ear
an ethereal wailing of
trans-mutant a-peel
unending and bending
which shattered the seal
leaving a crystaline pattern
that seemed so unreal
old heartache
softened by time
but ripened with age
a trophy of torment
a prize
for
we can only feel as much pleasure
as the pain we endure
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Re: ping pong poem
Wed, November 23, 2005 - 1:53 PMVery nice... And very true...
Here's to the pleasure... and the pain...
