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Hanging (Free verse) by celticskatermatt1 the feeling shocked my skin
of the rope around my neck
crisp air and blue skies
turned blood red that night
who was to blame
the infinite game
i shut my eyes and prayed to God
the rope it burned, it tore at my neck
my statue was swinging this way and that
Up the ladder:
A Countercultural Trip
Down the ladder:
depressed
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Posted: November 12, 2004 12:06 PM PST; Last modified: November 12, 2004 12:06 PM PSTWeighted score: 5.7777777 Overall Rank: 1733 Comments:
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Dovina @ 69.175.6.101
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12-Nov-04/12:16 PM
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Better than your last, but punctuation would help, not hinder the flow, as some think.
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celticskatermatt1 @ 68.7.187.148
> Dovina
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12-Nov-04/12:22 PM
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hey thanks--yea im working on my punct.
dnt. abbrivt. punct.
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