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Post by Mike Morbid on Jun 19, 2017 19:57:11 GMT -5
When I look in the bathroom mirror
what I see causes me much fear.
My reflection is not my own
but rather of a wicked crone.
She is trying to take my life
So I must quickly end this strife.
To the kitchen to get a blade
this evil skin will soon be flayed.
I take aim at the mocking face
and thrust the blade with rapid p
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Post by endo on Jun 22, 2017 17:28:01 GMT -5
Mike Morbid , did you mean to end with "pace" or just a p? I don't know, assuming pace, but I didn't want to edit your stuff. These have been awesome, keep posting them please!!
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Post by Mike Morbid on Jun 23, 2017 6:07:29 GMT -5
The idea I meant to imply is that the subject was going to use the word pace, but will never be able to finish that thought. Thanks, I am running short on poems, just a couple left and one is holiday themed, so I'm torn as to whether I should post it now or wait until the holiday. I guess I'll have to write some more.
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Post by endo on Jun 23, 2017 11:19:03 GMT -5
Right, sorry. That makes perfect sense now. And, I hope you do write more, love reading them!
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