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Depressed daemons dressed in dreams dancing down towards the dawn
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2003
Soft beads of sweat sleeping on my skin
Silhouettes of sunshine swept across my smile
A perfect moment
Sex then reset
Winter widows left to warm
Depressed daemons dressed in dreams
Broken believers being born
Such a moment
Never lasted
Foolish feelings for a friend
What was seen should see something sinful
Frolicking fools fucking a fawn
Regretted moments
Never happened
A perfect player played and lost
And all that's left for me to lean on
Are depressed daemons dancing down towards the dawn
The alliteration is a bit over the top. It does have a very tongue-twister feel.
the title is a poem in itself
The poem is awsome, the title is messed and realllllly long. But good so good..
What were you thinking when you wrote this, that's all i need to know
nikki
Nicole.J.Burgesss