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A sweet irritation
Life is a sweet irritation
With bittersweet beauty
It speaks
The sweetness
a false invitation
That every hour
turns sour
and reeks
of poison & perfume
Reminding
the soul of the toll
it must pay
for the needs and the deeds
we've entwined in our minds
from the words
that we've heard
and we say
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Comment by: roy - 2008-11-10 04:46
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| i think it was Kipling, an Donne, that faced life, and death in such, this way. A modern version, I suppose. Well received by my appetite, i did enjoy this read... |
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| *sweet* |
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| this reminds me of how i feel, even tho no matter how much i have or have accomplished, that there is always something missing. an additive: LIFE is MAINTANENCE |
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Comment by: foxfyre - 2006-12-23 21:23
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what you don't know irritates? welcome to the club.
Awsome read, as always. |
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| and we say... i like the sadness, for your sweet irrertation, those she feel the same about you? haha |
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