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L'Étoile (Free verse) by Shardik
The apartment was across the street from a park and the Louvre. The woman that owned it had a son that died of a drug overdose, in it. Sasha was his name, he was my age, and I knew his older sister. My French was shit poor, worse than a Canadians, so I'm glad that no-one paid attention when I slipped off and visited Morrison's grave. The bust looked nothing like him, and there was bird shit all over his nose and right cheek -- Candle wax of some unrecognizable color had globbed down his lips and chin in grotesque shapes. Appropriate, I thought -- Putting my cigarette out in his eye. I then turned away sharply, and headed toward the sound of traffic and the unmistakable reek of rotten fish.

Down the ladder: From Then Till Now

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Arithmetic Mean: 7.3333335
Weighted score: 6.1666665
Overall Rank: 1035
Posted: April 27, 2005 1:11 PM PDT; Last modified: April 27, 2005 1:12 PM PDT
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[6] ChaseValentine @ 199.79.168.160 | 27-Apr-05/2:26 PM | Reply
Ooh. This could be good if there were more to it. It seems less like poetry and more like "microfiction."
[8] http://mulberryfairy @ 216.195.165.7 | 28-Apr-05/8:04 PM | Reply
yes quite
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