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Flow (Free verse) by zodiac
Nights she dreams the bedroom,
farmhouse, cornrows plowed straight, come
unmoored. This is too good,
she thinks, this straightness, this hard
earth of certitude, love. There will be flood,
flux, sinkage, some nadir. There will be
earth-pull, that waiting ocean, Memory.
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Arithmetic Mean: 9.5
Weighted score: 6.2102365
Overall Rank: 976
Posted: January 10, 2006 2:50 PM PST; Last modified: January 10, 2006 2:50 PM PST
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