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thoughts (Free verse) by not_a_philosopher unambiguous streams
of lyrical prose
stream through my head
like a flame
they flicker,
they burn,
they hurt,
like a candle,
they drip
they melt
they fade.
Up the ladder:
DO NOT TOUCH!! This is my mega funny-joint!
Down the ladder:
Lie
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Posted: April 20, 2005 9:29 AM PDT; Last modified: April 20, 2005 9:29 AM PDTWeighted score: 4.8410625 Overall Rank: 10656 Comments:
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Christof @ 62.121.23.56
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22-Apr-05/2:22 AM
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Then why don't you write them down?
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