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Little Plastic Bag
It all happened so fast...
but f-o-r-g-e-t-t-i-n-g
was just [APuffPuffPass] away.
Lost in a blue ~h~a~z~e~ of
ญญ____memories____
caught with b,l,o,o,d on my
HANDS...
again.
It stopped being funny...
when the dirt was more
than just
particles under my fingernails
but more like
s-o-m-e- sTiCkY substance
that I bathed in...
for way too long.
So :fix: me up
with your st-st-stuttered
s^t>i^t>c^h>i^n>g...
Because my innocence was just
V
a
C
u
M
sealed into a bottle
of
VodKA.
Hearing you mutter
soft things
like:
I never thought you were a
S
...l
..U
........t
Just a
w
...H
..o
.......R
...e.
(you always did know the right thing to say)
But if my life were a cartoon...
I could just grab the b\o\t\t\l\e
of White Out
and make it
d,i,s,a,p,p,e,a,r...
It's just sad
that I had to be
&LOCKED&
into something so simple
as a
LITTLE
plastic
BAG.
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Comments
TheressaZ Says:
Wonderfull.
I love that you have a friend who can break you into new types of poetry,
Good Poetry at that!
Nanook Says:
Your own addiction...? Sounds rather serious.
tearsxforxyou Says:
Your writings surprise me. As you can see I have favorited a lot of your things! Heh. I'm just becoming addicted to the way you write- it's different from anything I've read. They make me think about things that I haven't thought of in awhile and they just confuse me and relate to me in a weird way. Like, I know what you mean but then again I don't- it's crazy!