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kelly jean rice's Writings

Poem
Oct.01.2012
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What gives a plentiful belly it’s last little yummy? In any case, I’m a shrewd, pouring out the last taste of milk. Flocked mush -eat it from the mud. Disdained I reep, shell off and pity yourself. Coronary!! -I laugh!! -Hail Satan on you!! Dig out your breath, beat it out your chest. Empty your cavity.   Because, witness. We all die this young.
Poem
Sep.27.2012
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MONICA, One would say, “who are those two?” “Mixed matched.” A Buddhist blond, and some dark mysterious looking chick. Paired up, across another, sitting outdoor’s, on the patio of a cafe shop. Chatting it up, or bickering at one another. They’re two stuck in an alley way, torched for serenity.  Drenched in mucus, leaving though always, one another clean....
Poem
Jan.19.2012
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Stratosphere linked to our bodies Sun streak's to our skin Unrealized time On our bed Where we lay our head's And kiss the fear No where out there Does another pair exist Like us together, Don't we wish Of us everlasting Beyond time, Beyond anybody else Or reason   Linked our bodies Sun keep's us alive No matter how dark No matter which where Or declaring...
Poem
Jan.19.2012
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I can't stop writing I can't stop notating, Archiving Word's are so pleasurable Right now in these hour's Walk away I cannot do For I will not get along With anybody, not even you Stop me, I dare you Thing's should be more important But stuck here , stuck To a piece of paper Dotting this. dotting that All for play, all for pleasure Stuck in my world, So far from...