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stung (Free verse) by Limness With my eyes closed,
Tender and swollen at half a dose
Only the lids were seared.
I was not afraid to look
But searching brought this fresh burnt blush
That makes them look so blue--
and if you would only drown in them,
this salt would surely lose its sting
as I would do in you
Up the ladder:
The beauty of a bird
Down the ladder:
The futillity of charity.
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Posted: November 26, 2002 12:11 PM PST; Last modified: November 26, 2002 12:11 PM PSTWeighted score: 5.0 Overall Rank: 7643 Comments:
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Robert K Foster @ 209.68.64.1
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26-Nov-02/12:17 PM
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I like the mystery
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Limness @ 67.84.171.10
> Robert K Foster
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30-Nov-02/4:55 PM
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thank you. would you like to know the source?
Try leaving the last line off. what do you think? If not could you tell me what it's like, to drown in him/her?
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