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Warm In The Winter, Cold In The Rain - Poem by DAVID GERARDINO

A brittle whore with defunct eyes,
some call you a prodigy, others
a long lost art,

miss plath, tell us how it feels to be
dead, is it every thing you thought
it should be,
miss sextan, do you laugh more now
that your in heaven,

A brittle whore with defunct eyes,
your books are every where, except in

mr pollock,
mr hemmingway,
miss farmer,
mr kirk,
mr doors,

A brittle whore with defunct eyes,
they write, and write, then hide, and
hide, even mr fitzroy is going down,
or up, still its better to love, and live,
in world where real peaple are blowing
and killing each other with guns, and

MISS plath would you like to come
back down here on earth, f..ck...no.
MISS sextan, ........f..ck no.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, July 27, 2006

Poem Edited: Thursday, August 19, 2010

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