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Writing dessert (Free verse) by INTRANSIT Poetry,
When it comes out of the oven just right
Is a warm chocolate cake bed
under caramel covers
on a cold spilled milk night.
Up the ladder:
A Loud Room
Down the ladder:
Fast Dreams
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Posted: June 4, 2005 6:48 AM PDT; Last modified: June 4, 2005 6:48 AM PDTWeighted score: 5.119203 Overall Rank: 5774 Comments:
I prefer something which, after devoured, unveils milky white bones. But hey man, I too have had the munchies and a fridge that had oreos and muffins in it, but not a damned speck of milk.
My mark then is thus: Seven, the number of stairs that lead to heaven. >EG< 247 view(s)
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coincidentally my nieces cake is like poetry.
It deserves an eat-I mean an 8