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The Lost Laugh (Free verse) by Roisin The Lost laugh.
It skimmed the wind,
Effortlessly expelled.
Unmemorable in sound,
It's feeling immortal.
Absence hangs in the air,
The unmentionable death.
Now the lost laugh
serves to choke.
Up the ladder:
Digital Remembery
Down the ladder:
Hate Me
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Posted: July 9, 2002 11:58 AM PDT; Last modified: July 9, 2002 11:58 AM PDTWeighted score: 5.2 Overall Rank: 4545 Comments:
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-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. @ 217.39.43.235
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10-Jul-02/4:58 AM
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I can relate to this poeme. I too felt immortal when I effortlessly broke wind.
It especially happens during fits of insomnia and infomercial overdose. has anybody checked the glove box?
It's behind the couch. Next to the remote.
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