R.Benjamin Abate

Rookie - 159 Points (06/22/90 / Mattydale, NY)

Ancient Torture - Poem by R.Benjamin Abate

Tears have fallen on this page
For you-
Because I don't think 
I'll be able to keep

Little bottles of wine
Shatter along the street-
Her hands running 
Against my skin
Like the wind-
Hairs on my arm
Stand up-

Chill naive delinquent 
Burn the incense again
Carry these praises to heaven 

When she passes by 
Out of the blue
Don't cry 
For it happened 
& A man-a-go Happier 
& A man-a-go Luckier
Than a man who
Had never had her 

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  • Freshman - 940 Points Serban Raducu Bogdan (1/14/2014 2:22:00 PM)

    Nice One. Keep it up. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Poem Edited: Wednesday, January 15, 2014

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