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Slippery Reprieve (Free verse) by Carvaceous Morbid desires twist my fate
in greased hands
oiled to perfection
Let stand what I know
Don't decry hope
It may fall to be
From the start of my end
What's left of shattered egos
crushed underfoot
Damn these boots!
Such morose thoughts
Hide them quickly!
Shelve them up behind the pristine figurines
The ones which glisten in the eve
By the candlelight which parades
and alights
Allowing me reprieve
at least for the moment
Up the ladder:
The City (New Jerusaem)
Down the ladder:
Where?
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Posted: January 2, 2003 4:17 PM PST; Last modified: January 2, 2003 4:17 PM PSTWeighted score: 5.1430435 Overall Rank: 5350 Comments:
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wOrnella Mutiw @ 198.81.26.167
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2-Jan-03/4:29 PM
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When your ego takes a beating there is nothing like going to the gym twice, having 3 Diet Black Cherry Shastas, dancing like a fool to Pour Some Sugar on Me, potentially going to India for 6 months, having a cool ass roomate move in on Sunday.....and just fucking looking in the mirror and saying God Damn I'm great......ahhhhhhh.
OM needs to get a life. Your work is commendable.
WEll done well done......shows you what life is like when it's elusiveness hides itself within your own grasp.
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