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Chills (Free verse) by BrandonW

Shortened straws, rolled up bills, and frenetic conversation. "Oh my God, this gives me chills!" Holy insufflation! Twitchy eyes, crooked blinds, and apparently now the Lord. I'm lacking clarity of mind, I offer no accord. Sweaty pits, numbing lips, and possibly the Son. I don't see him now, but I'll need him when it's gone.

cyan9 8-Dec-05/7:11 AM
Nice flow, borders on humour, good metaphors.




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