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I wanna work this poem so it fits the music of my favorite nickleback song...help plz


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I draw from Sappho, and other myriad and perhaps more obvious sources:

 

a becoming corpse. In the presence of my lover wind flows with no words, without precipice lips of becoming thoughts..

 

soldiers and revelers lie in lines

scorched and drawn out like clowns in desolate erotic arenas

there is an audible buzzing

There is a finger tracing a blade which laid one low,

there is one whose finger points.

still in the air is a black and burning flag.

it maps the contours of your flawless face

transfigured by coming spring.

colors ignite, battle lines explode organs and organisms

forging with breathless luck

magnificent civilizations

of stuttering sensate machines.

 

 

Still, ghosts seep out from droopy orchids and slide out willy-nilly from sticky sepulcher lips

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Originally posted by tsquared

it makes me feel powerful to see others musical tastes get bashed

 

 

oh come on.. ive been very nice on these forums so far, but this is {censored}ing NICKELBACK.. i mean really.

 

that's like saying you like disturbed or something.

 

music taste is subjective to a certain degree, but some bands are just inherantly terrible

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