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Untitled (Free verse) by bellafuego You talked and I listened. But why I ask myself? Because yours words
were as empty as the bottle of tequila beside our bed. Our bed hasn't
been shared for years. And yet we're still together. Locked in this bond
of happily ever after.
Up the ladder:
Desperate Revival
Down the ladder:
Pain
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Posted: September 4, 2005 1:21 PM PDT; Last modified: September 4, 2005 1:21 PM PDTWeighted score: 4.7615943 Overall Rank: 11677 Comments:
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Dovina @ 12.96.171.27
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4-Sep-05/2:44 PM
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Try again when you're sober.
A prose poem, I take it? A bit too prosy, even for that.
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