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Soy Flat White with One (Free verse) by helenwales A Sargasso Sea of innumerable worlds,
Floating aboard this paper cup.
Lit by the neon glow of the monitor,
And a acrid smell so familiar,
A life buoy with hard shards sent to ruin it all. Â
Up the ladder:
The Perception's Play
Down the ladder:
Dizzy
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Posted: October 11, 2006 9:40 PM PDT; Last modified: October 11, 2006 9:40 PM PDTWeighted score: 5.0 Overall Rank: 7990 Comments:
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piedle @ 218.214.77.187
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11-Oct-06/10:17 PM
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what's with the despair?
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helenwales @ 202.148.234.53
> piedle
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11-Oct-06/11:03 PM
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I live in this really awful share house...
minor grammar correction: _an_ acrid smell.
otherwise, i like it.
Computer generated? if so - a nine, otherwise (not)
Computer generated? Is that possible?
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