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How my head feels (Free verse) by Adriaan
someone is making a cast
of my brain.
I can feel them pour the plaster in
my thinking slows
as my head is weighed down
and then it stops
while I sleep they take the cast away
and pack it in a dusty hall
with all the other casts they've made
one for every overlong day
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Arithmetic Mean: 3.7
Weighted score: 4.35
Overall Rank: 13053
Posted: June 12, 2002 5:05 PM PDT; Last modified: June 12, 2002 5:05 PM PDT
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