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she sits back and judges me (Free verse) by hendrimike and then i open the door
sitting on the leather she ponders
and i stroll past her quickly
feeling eyes penetrating my life
and i close my door
and i hear her head attack me
and i fall asleep
and sleep is a mirage to life
Up the ladder:
Diseased
Down the ladder:
paint brush
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Posted: July 15, 2005 4:21 PM PDT; Last modified: July 31, 2005 12:45 PM PDTWeighted score: 5.0 Overall Rank: 7833 Comments:
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Dovina @ 66.235.60.64
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18-Jul-05/6:15 AM
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an angry rant, nothing more.
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hendrimike @ 70.106.117.116
> Dovina
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18-Jul-05/10:54 AM
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yup, that's it...on a whim and pissed
f me for reading this.
i completely changed this poem from it's early days of f you f you f you to this...i don't know if it is better, but whatever
I feel it. Good.
maybe needs a little more descriptive wording to get a really good mental picture
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