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tanka(1) (Other) by shadows
We spoke last night and I could feel the hate in her voice. The howling wind bangs on the door but I don't hear it. I'm playing music.

Up the ladder: Not for Me
Down the ladder: graveyard hood-ornament

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Arithmetic Mean: 4.3333335
Weighted score: 4.9205313
Overall Rank: 9482
Posted: April 8, 2005 4:16 PM PDT; Last modified: April 8, 2005 4:16 PM PDT
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[6] impert&ent @ 80.195.201.212 | 20-Aug-05/12:19 PM | Reply
I like bits of this a lot, but overall it's a bit too matter-of-fact. Takes away some of the metaphors that might be brewing.
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