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[Gasp]{last letter, first letter} (Other) by sca
Youâll leave each hour reminiscing grasps,
soft touches searching gentle ecstasy,
yearning guesses stretched down necking gasps,
sought to over rule expert tendencies
sinking guns sent to osculate,
entertaining grown nerveâs spondaic capacities.
Summerâs skins scratch heat to open nerves,
seen now with honesty,
your rough hands spark kisses,
shudders sent to opal loversâ spontaneities,
stiff fingers shiver reserving guises;
successes sighs sent through humble eccentricities .
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Arithmetic Mean: 6.25
Weighted score: 5.1490035
Overall Rank: 5248
Posted: June 2, 2007 10:02 PM PDT; Last modified: June 2, 2007 10:02 PM PDT
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I like writing literature in all forms, how-ever read mainly books.
But back on track, I have liked Byron whence I've read his works.