matw63
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Post by matw63 on Jul 9, 2009 8:53:10 GMT -5
Controlling confessors spread their hostility With a metallic knife, they grip tightly and Press hard
Suffocating our senses
Bathing in filth, their existence defeats us
Emotional lockdown
Devoid of sensibility Powdery dry and infertile We lose our acidity
Self-indulgence has never been so sour
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Jul 9, 2009 10:23:36 GMT -5
Post by apocalypticjay on Jul 9, 2009 10:23:36 GMT -5
Mat you know I loved this first time round and I love it now, one reason is because althought the depth is great it lets you make your own conclusion you keep the secret in your mind at let others paint their own in theres! Pure genius! Exalt!
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Jul 9, 2009 10:26:38 GMT -5
Post by Artemis on Jul 9, 2009 10:26:38 GMT -5
I agree with Jay here. Your work always has a few meanings in my head, I like that. It makes me think and that HAS to be good lol ... great write Mat xx
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Jul 11, 2009 16:01:35 GMT -5
Post by stacy (FINALLY back!) on Jul 11, 2009 16:01:35 GMT -5
I tell you Mat, I was lost at first when I started reading this, but then I read the ending line. So I thought I would read it a second time and it so hit home with me then. I loved it! Nicely done.
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