champagne1982
Dangerous Liaison
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- Aug 31, 2002
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Let's write about scars both visible and the ones that are hidden beneath callouses grown to protect the fragile wound that bursts and hemorrhages all over the poetry waiting to sing full out murder to the choir. It'll be church music of the kind only pastors of flocks full of humanity write with sermons about pain today means paradise tomorrow. Give Give Give and then your hate is paid for, your gluttony is starved and your lust becomes virtue. Life is too short to be angry about the sorrow we live. I know, I've been close to death and even a wretched existence is better than waiting in line in front of St Peter.
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