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divinity63 — The English Cure
Published: 2010-05-24 19:27:28 +0000 UTC; Views: 213; Favourites: 3; Downloads: 1
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She's your executioner, yet your liberator.When you're waiting for an answer,
You'll appeal to her just like divinity.
You find this craving, this addiction
Leaves you clawing with withdrawals.
She has a box with your moniker,
With your poison and your cure.
She'll barely leave you breathing
With your heart staked to the floor.
Her long black boots pressed against
Your lifeless, naked chest.
She'll wait until you're begging
Dripping sweet anecdote on your lips.
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Comments: 2
there's difinitly something about this, but it seems to me more like a discription of a feeling rather than a person. just my opinion, nice poem though =3
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This poem makes me touch myself. Its diction and imagery is darkly superb.
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