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After glow of writing Is there nothing like it Pen jabs my hand Splits my skin Spills my blood Red stuff of life Fascinates so gruesomely Don’t understand why Don’t question The laws of this world It will always rule She is no Louis the Fourteenth She is no Napoleon She is no Stalin She is no Nero She will always be Accept it Move on To the words A mere “l” separates the two For a reason The reason of power The two have it No one else does.
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Dec 1, 2012
Dec 1, 2012 at 1:23 PM UTC
A mere "L"
After glow of writing Is there nothing like it Pen jabs my hand Splits my skin Spills my blood Red stuff of life Fascinates so gruesomely Don’t understand why Don’t question The laws of this world It will always rule She is no Louis the Fourteenth She is no Napoleon She is no Stalin She is no Nero She will always be Accept it Move on To the words A mere “l” separates the two For a reason The reason of power The two have it No one else does.
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Dec 1, 2012
Dec 1, 2012 at 1:23 PM UTC
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