Lines are where it all begins and where all good (bad) things end. They delineate. They divide.  

eriedragon4 59M
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12/31/2005 1:44 am

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm

Lines are where it all begins and where all good (bad) things end. They delineate. They divide.

Futile finger length concepts
Slip, supple, sap, spilling across the page
dripping sarcasm like lovers
feels like frosted torture against black veins
that spider across the white parchment
we call skin

Mediocre maybe -
But I take my lessons from the pen, baby

Lap the edge like honey,
and take this line, from behind my innuendo

You can play it like a violin.
or wrap it around your finger, lest you forget.
You can wear it like jewelry,
or weave it into a web for unsuspecting honesty.
You can hang yourself from it,
or you can wind it about your body like a cocoon,

Just don’t trip over it on your way out.

Because this line

can hold you together




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