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The Observatory (Free verse) by Roisin Rifling through thoughts to find the flaw
Is it me who stands between us?
Or are we standing close
eyes closed,
holding hands,
feeling not each other
but skin?
Up the ladder:
a journey
Down the ladder:
Together They Fell (Prose)
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Posted: May 11, 2006 7:29 AM PDT; Last modified: May 11, 2006 8:07 AM PDTWeighted score: 4.9205313 Overall Rank: 9471 Comments:
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Ranger @ 62.252.32.15
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11-May-06/1:44 PM
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This is good, thoughtful and plenty of alliteration.
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