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Obsession

A person full of Camp and Comedy, But a serious man, too, you asure. For example: When you're punching the air and i'm kissing another man somewhere. You laugh about it, and I laugh. That was filthy. Filthy, filthy, boy and girl, you said. A girl in black will flirt with anyone Didn't you know? She moves the way a black cat moves at night, On high walls, Often out teasing dogs. A man like you should, if possible, understand! So, What paranoia did you sip, to-night? Was I your Angel in the end? Did you see my AngelHead at the bottom of your glass, Floating above the bubbles? The next day, I curled in a ball just like a cat, Purred and you petted my back. You said something And your voice was different, I didn't know you at all. What kind of animal were you? Mythological, I assumed. My eyes opened wide, I examined your face, Nothing. So, I played along. We warmed on the sitting room floor my fingers in your chin. Your face to the ceiling. You were totally oblivious. I've learned the different sounds of each piece of hell, Trust me, it has a heart. Black Symphony-like, Echoing low murmurs and hums. I always want to get closer to its sound, It's so alluring, but I can never hear the haunting noise loud enough! That's the trick, The less I try, the more i'm taken in.

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Date: 2/18/2016 1:18:00 PM
SP Sarah, Enjoyed the way you expressed every line. Please keep writing and sharing your poetry. LOVE LINDA
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Date: 1/11/2014 1:08:00 PM
very interesting...very interesting. is the drug the man? is the man llike a drug? lot of question marks after reading. I like these writings that put my head to work. good job.
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