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Loved
Author: tomato-greens  PM
Weirdo anger at pretentious "I am cool because I am goth. Oooh, I am so original" feeling that seems to passing around these days, especially among my 'peers'. Not to be confused with those who have a reason for being goth or for what they believe in.
Rated: Fiction K - English - Words: 80 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 1 - Published: 08-03-04 - id: 1683859
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sing thee praises
apathetic
puny mortal,
thy tresses sprayed
rebellious--
and you hear not
the wind whispering
through those
piercings
whistling for darling
child
to come home--
and you feel not
the way your hair
is tousled
(not by gel, but
by the ghosted
hand of loving
parent)
and you see not the eyes
worried
and brows furrowed
on your behalf
and
and
and
could go on forever
of what you do not sense
you selfish
idiots
who are loved.
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