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Disassociation

by Christina

Member since 2003 · Posted 26 Dec 2005 · Edited 27 Dec 2005 · 1 comment

Deliverance through my mouth it all comes out... the tiny shoe, the spectacle of you You with your hallowed eyes, that bright, bright blue. You in plural - the multitudes, not single or two. For there were always many with that small shoe. But not I, I stood aloof, away from her and her and more, Away from you.

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[8] zodiac 27-Dec-05/9:15 PM Reply
Never use ellipses (...) in a poem. Ever.

Once, a reporter dared Ernest Hemmingway to write a short story in only six words. His answer - "For sale: baby shoes. Never used."