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untitled (Free verse) by Desdemona
Hands are god are for god sealed with and sent off lovingly overnight delivered at extra charge to reach you in time palm and finger washed and ready to be opened received inserted urgently he says in effort to help you get not pain or curled fists ever seen god uses the back door so the neighbors won't talk tip fingers in warmest of fleshconfession shamewalked out more after you and hand grabbing arm gave finger-to-spine justification of the gross night story spun when eyes and mind were off duty but memory was paid overtime cold flat reminder of face of hollow absence of clean white hands beg to hold one but i have already mailed them.

Up the ladder: two tunnels blip out
Down the ladder: Not for Me

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Arithmetic Mean: 4.3333335
Weighted score: 4.9205313
Overall Rank: 9474
Posted: June 8, 2004 9:38 PM PDT; Last modified: June 8, 2004 9:38 PM PDT
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[n/a] zodiac @ 65.161.41.48 | 9-Jun-04/5:46 PM | Reply
Oh dear god...
[n/a] Desdemona @ 68.196.108.85 > zodiac | 9-Jun-04/9:58 PM | Reply
seal it an send it. god doesn't check his voicemail.
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