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The pale hand of a lady on my arm (Free verse) by thepinkbunnyofdoom The ghost whispered my name
And to her call I came
So many things left unsaid
Begging to spill from my head
Yet dust swallowed my throat
So I left the dead a note
We are all merely shades
Leftovers from the light that fades
Holding on, afraid to let go
When in the end we all know
Waiting for our time to come
Often early for the unlucky some
Up the ladder:
My plea for fair voting.
Down the ladder:
Water
Votes: (green: user, blue: anonymous)
Arithmetic Mean: 6.0
Posted: June 13, 2006 11:51 AM PDT; Last modified: June 13, 2006 11:51 AM PDTWeighted score: 5.119203 Overall Rank: 5862 257 view(s)
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