yeah, i thats maybe the biggest mistake, and influence, that rap has on poetry...people think it HAS to rhyme...

i like it, good job
flamingskullballs Reviewed by flamingskullballs on . I have something.... that familiar thickness of blood metallic and rich like brocade velvet it wells up against my skin streaks of heat down my arm shooting stars through a numb constellation tickling the ends of my fingers dotting the floor little exclamation points do I feel that do I feel Rating: 5