Thursday, March 08, 2007
Mad Dog
Itching madness,
Created by fingers scratching pulling,
Worrying
Soft flesh
Rubbed away, gone
To soft skin heaven in the sky.
It’s psychosomatic cruelty
Inflicted
Upon my poor self.
Flesh,
Please tell me
Secrets? ¶ 4:44 pm
Created by fingers scratching pulling,
Worrying
Soft flesh
Rubbed away, gone
To soft skin heaven in the sky.
It’s psychosomatic cruelty
Inflicted
Upon my poor self.
Flesh,
Please tell me
Secrets? ¶ 4:44 pm
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Those last three lines really make this poem for me. I like this a lot, in fact I'm scratching away as I type. Awkward.
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: 9:53 am
Thank you sweety... sometimes I wonder if certain bodily reactions are linked to past events, things we can't remember because they seem so random and unexplained!
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