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Disassociation (Other) by Christina 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.
Up the ladder:
Broken Free
Down the ladder:
Dear God
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Posted: December 26, 2005 8:30 PM PST; Last modified: December 27, 2005 3:37 AM PSTWeighted score: 4.9525743 Overall Rank: 8759 Comments:
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Once, a reporter dared Ernest Hemmingway to write a short story in only six words. His answer - "For sale: baby shoes. Never used."