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logan st. (Free verse) by FreeFormFixation sirens taste like lemonade
mouth first, head out the window.
paste of lime and splash of tread,
approaching a crecendo.
lights like nails through pupils fail
to move my car aside.
sirens taste like asphalt
mixed with crystallized pimientos.
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Posted: December 11, 2005 12:08 AM PST; Last modified: December 11, 2005 12:08 AM PSTWeighted score: 5.0238404 Overall Rank: 7459 Comments:
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ALChemy @ 24.74.101.159
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12-Dec-05/6:58 PM
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Synesthesia?
crescendo?
pimentos? cute, but doesn't make it for me. 201 view(s)
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