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The Plague of Being (Free verse) by D. $ Fontera An opiate of the sinking soul.
Draughty blackness through a
circular door.
This demonstrates the mind of
ignorance and of shifting dread.
An event not to be missed.
Mannerisms as protocol are
as avoided as the breaking tide
which will drown sin and honor alike.
Up the ladder:
Dirty Heaven
Down the ladder:
The Last Time
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Posted: September 4, 2004 1:34 PM PDT; Last modified: September 4, 2004 10:48 PM PDTWeighted score: 5.0 Overall Rank: 7944 Comments:
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Leah11 @ 203.54.48.81
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5-Sep-04/10:13 PM
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It seems hand in hand we fall through our hopes and fears. This gave me shivers
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-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. @ 81.154.163.133
> Leah11
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6-Sep-04/4:57 PM
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Congratulations! You are the one billionth person to use the phrase "hopes and fears" in an absurdly wishy-washy sentence. You deserve boiling.
eh
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