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  Sounds of Rock

  

  By crybaby22, Bellevue, WA

  The female screams The amp-machines The beating of sticks on a drum The lights, blue and pink The place where you can’t think The smell of smoke and rum The wide open chest The jeans clinging like a caress The locks flowing like falls The ink-marked arms The metallic ear charms Th...
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  A God Walks the Halls at School

  

  By crybaby22, Bellevue, WA

  He oozes perfection. When this boy walks down the halls at school, gracing the linoleum floor, he oozes it out. It drips from his fingers that we all want to touch, and it plops on the floor with a silent crash. The perfection drops are fleeting though; they dissipate whenever I try to go...