04-29-2003, 12:38 PM
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Dangers of Drag
Trochaic quatrameter sonnet
My small hand stretched slowly upwards Snatches at the sodden leather One small hand slid further downwards Holds the rest of me together Beige thoughts, smoothing over top “Just walk calmly, don’t succumb” Clear glass thoughts slit, slide, and drop Raw and ragged, blood and cum Grab a wall, just keep on moving Balanced on two broken heels Nothing left to keep on proving Never mind what pride reveals Trust and hope have passed away Drained of blood and naiveté Needs work, I know, suggestions? (Please?)
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