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cup-cake (Free verse) by cpill Oh my fickle ambition
makes me not
makes me sleep nights to no rest
till tomorrow I am
never happy
to thirst on plans
for fulfilment for-ever-on-ward
with no hope in my heart but 'hope' itself
will blue lines meet red lines?
All this brown rice
when happiness is such a
cup-cake
Up the ladder:
Chronic Depression
Down the ladder:
Echoes
Votes: (green: user, blue: anonymous)
Arithmetic Mean: 4.428571
Posted: April 24, 2005 1:28 PM PDT; Last modified: June 25, 2005 5:15 PM PDTWeighted score: 4.846319 Overall Rank: 10622 Comments:
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Blue Magpie @ 212.205.251.23
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24-Jun-05/11:15 PM
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Not anything I can enjoy, sorry.
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cpill @ 81.179.102.177
> Blue Magpie
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25-Jun-05/1:40 AM
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I guess its not very linier, more felt than understood.
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zodiac @ 212.118.19.91
> cpill
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26-Jun-05/2:47 AM
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Just for your information, for it to really be called 'felt', someone besides yourself has to feel it.
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cpill @ 81.179.84.152
> zodiac
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26-Jun-05/5:55 AM
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You can lead a horse to water...
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