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Left, Cold (Free verse) by Tibbs In the dim dawn, anon, anon,
I felt the sharp edge of morning's breadth
In my heaving, in these lungs,
And saw that frost had dried the ground grey
Faux-fossilising footprints in the clay
Hers were there, leading away.
Up the ladder:
jane
Down the ladder:
Hunt <3
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Posted: December 2, 2002 1:47 PM PST; Last modified: December 2, 2002 1:47 PM PSTWeighted score: 5.0596013 Overall Rank: 6667 Comments:
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god'swife @ 209.178.176.43
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Now I'm sad. Good job. Is it 'breadth' or 'breath'? Strong ending.
sounds like an ethiopian homonid dig...lucy's footprints.8.??
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