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Weekender (Free verse) by creepshow
Sit in bed,
cold, alone, wondering...
Can I trust you?
Female though you are,
subversive are your tactics.
Make me look more perverse,
More deranged,
More derailed.
I do my time behind walls of infidelity,
Your words creep up my spind,
Cracking and breaking my bones.
You alone have shattered my compulsive love for you.
You are the rain,
On my out day.
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Arithmetic Mean: 2.5
Weighted score: 4.8814354
Overall Rank: 10016
Posted: November 6, 2006 4:33 PM PST; Last modified: November 6, 2006 4:33 PM PST
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