Not afraid of death
Till its in my face
Watching warm liquid
Fall to the floor
Another part of me
I take
Learn to hate, you better fight
Everyone's doing it tonight
Mashing pit of organic bliss
Body parts everywhere
Distress signal fails
Orgasm
Crying eyes dry
Time moves along
A still wind
Gentle day
Everyone is doing it
Its a parade
Just hope it fits
Not too big or small
Something inside us all
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Author:
bones (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
Go with the crowd in this poem of mass excitement and emersion. Nicely done
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