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mass on key (Free verse) by skaskowski she scraped at my skin
and scooped paperclips into a soupbowl,
down my throat through gaps in
my busted teeth.
somehow, somewhere this could be seen
as relief
for all my waiting,
all my patient waiting and faking
laughter as i was tickled with knifetips.
Up the ladder:
Youth Spent
Down the ladder:
the truth
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Posted: March 27, 2005 12:08 PM PST; Last modified: March 27, 2005 12:08 PM PSTWeighted score: 4.880797 Overall Rank: 10249 256 view(s)
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