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Doubtcohol (Free verse) by drnick
Sweetly I tear into
The threshold of
me and you.
Quietly calling out
For strength on
a trail of doubt.
But poison lips love to
Blast words upon
and through.
Humid with spoken word
My cold silence
stay unperturbed.
The fault fiercely cracked in two
The Icon I
thought was you.
Blatantly broken you lay
In my house and wish
it all away.
I loved what I saw of you
A love for a
cheap costume.
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Arithmetic Mean: 6.8
Weighted score: 5.2145653
Overall Rank: 4383
Posted: September 27, 2006 2:07 PM PDT; Last modified: September 27, 2006 2:07 PM PDT
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I meant to leave a message on your blogspace quite recently, actually, but when I got to it I just couldn't think what to write. Are you back at uni, or was last year your finals? If so, what did you finish with?