practice

by vox et praeterea nihil - Not entered

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practice
makes
perfect
dreams
devour
themselves
and
practice
makes
perfect
dreams
!!y!!wex//losey lost listing listles.s.s.

--here.  Let Me In.  you let me in, i know.
but really: Let Me In.

thumbnails scratched away
i'd die alone another day
i save myself and this is what you leave
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there is touch
there is always
A L W A Y S touch.
there is a=zero there is aftermath of war
there is lust and love in bed together
wrestling over who gets more time with Boy.
there is Boy, in bed alone
because He doesn't know any better.

there is Fear there is the glorious Mr. Carpe Diem
there is trial-And-error
there is Enemy, there is There, there is This-Taste.
all all all in bed together
fighting over who gets more time with Boy.
there is Boy, in bed alone
because He doesn't know any better.

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i think i remember working 0 out
i think i remember we're 0 alone 0 in
sometimes you skip over some
sometimes you get shy together
sometimes you get shy alone with him
treatise ///// there is the glorious Mr. Carpe Diem
but there is Wisdom, Responsibility, and Hiding I n C l ose Ts.

dou////blehead///ed////six-feet-long
under a ton but who's coun(((((TING)))))
reversed in sanity, immersed in gigantism
reversed in sanity, immersed in gigabyte glory
my hand remembers where to go without you
my hand remembers where it's wanted even when i don't

do you believe in religion as spanish fly seduction?
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Reason for writing:

    (((vox
 et praeterea nihil)))    

Birth sign: Not entered
Date created: 1997-11-12 16:56:08
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:39:48
Poem ID: 48175

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