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-untitled- (Free verse) by althea7 <BR> I place my hand over
<BR> my face
<BR> on
my windswept lashes and dainty
<BR> feet
<BR> pale and
tingling
<BR> from the shame
<BR> guilty thoughts
<
BR> to dream that
<BR> i for once
<BR> had won the
tears beneath my
<BR> lashes....
<BR> i beheld the torn
of my
<BR> stature to look upon
<BR> your face and see
the
<BR> reaping pain of
<BR> i.
<BR> the
clinging tides of shrouded
<BR> rushing passion
<BR>
feelings to sooth
<BR> my absurd stance
<BR> to hope to
pray..to feel
<BR> what i cannot say
<BR> for even when
i try
<BR> you have turned away
<BR> and all i could see
<BR> are tears
<BR> beneath my lashes
<BR> and
&
lt;BR> i.
Up the ladder:
voluntary, premature expulsion of fetal tissue
Down the ladder:
unlucky
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Posted: March 16, 2002 1:17 AM PST; Last modified: March 16, 2002 1:17 AM PSTWeighted score: 3.8010933 Overall Rank: 13493 Comments:
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deleted user @ 204.245.176.100
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13-May-02/11:32 AM
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"windswept lashes and dainty feet" .... need I say more?
Shat.
This is right where it belongs, that's for sure.
<BR> yourself into a coma
.... i read this ummmm ?poem? like 3 times and i still have no freakin clue what the poet is writing about.... lashes and feet?? i dunno thats all i could get out of it.
can someone explain exactly what the heck this ?poem? is about pleaseeeeee....
and i quote from the poem " <BR> what i cannot say" ...
no shit!!!! i still dont know what the hell she said.
Ok Well Im glad Im not the only one who didnt get this poem.
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