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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.

Up the ladder: there's no way out
Down the ladder: no title

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Arithmetic Mean: 5.2
Weighted score: 5.0238404
Overall Rank: 7445
Posted: December 11, 2005 12:08 AM PST; Last modified: December 11, 2005 12:08 AM PST
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[7] ALChemy @ 24.74.101.159 | 12-Dec-05/6:58 PM | Reply
Synesthesia?
[4] nentwined @ 64.60.192.131 | 13-Dec-05/5:14 PM | Reply
crescendo?
pimentos?

cute, but doesn't make it for me.
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