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Naw. I can't stand MCR. I've read it in a book somewhere.

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I went dancing with the queen on monday, skinny dipping on Tuesday, and on Wednesday, came home to find that zombies had eaten all of my underpants.

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:wave: Welcome to dA! Have fun! :)

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Writers block... my goal of a poem a day is going to suffer...

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A blooded corset of razor,
I consume the fruits of your flesh.
A longfilled lust to taste her,
As long as the blood remains fresh.
Way to go with the poem-a-day goal~ I did something like that a while back, for just 100 days. Good luck!

(I love that you've used French in your poems, and they seem very crafted for a one-a-day challenge!)

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One more asthmatic to cremate on the city's dime
Thanks.

Ville des Fleurs was actually written before the day, it was extremely late (so late it was early) before I realised I hadn't posted. So I rifled through my draws and found it scrawled in my notebook.

(As they say, French is the Language of Love.)

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A blooded corset of razor,
I consume the fruits of your flesh.
A longfilled lust to taste her,
As long as the blood remains fresh.
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Il est vraiment la langue de la coeur ^.^

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One more asthmatic to cremate on the city's dime
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Indeed it is.

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A blooded corset of razor,
I consume the fruits of your flesh.
A longfilled lust to taste her,
As long as the blood remains fresh.
Thanks heaps for the :+fav:

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Time got a hold of my brain and I decided against continuing the 365-day poem project.

That and my computer owned itself causing me problems.

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A blooded corset of razor,
I consume the fruits of your flesh.
A longfilled lust to taste her,
As long as the blood remains fresh.

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