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Within myself waiting for a call (Free verse) by jessicazee
I keep touching my ankles, an itch of an arm on my skin, a rough heel, a whisker, a feeler, a knot in my braid... I scratch left to right hatchmarking the stars of my scars, testing a pebbled tastebud licking and biting my lower lip, I test out every knuckle to see if I can pop it one more time, this lip balm a sticky matador's bended wand, a cup of tap water I shared with a plant, my cat, this stick of incense won't last forever

Up the ladder: Alone
Down the ladder: holiday poem (thanks rock)

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Weighted score: 4.762871
Overall Rank: 11493
Posted: June 21, 2007 2:02 AM PDT; Last modified: June 21, 2007 11:59 PM PDT
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[6] Skamper @ 202.6.129.150 | 21-Jun-07/4:04 PM | Reply
Are you sitting cross-legged? For the first few words are very vague as to their meaning - we all have ankles, what is it yours are doing?
[n/a] jessicazee @ 24.160.240.223 > Skamper | 22-Jun-07/12:00 AM | Reply
I was just obsessing about my foot parts while a dumb phone call was impending...I added some stuff, thanks for commenting...
[6] Skamper @ 202.6.130.130 > jessicazee | 22-Jun-07/11:27 PM | Reply
this has more the feel of just hanging around - You ended it well making us see that you are waiting for something...nice work!
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