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distance (Free verse) by Crakyamuni Endless are the cycles of touch and fade
Best intentions fall through fingers like sand
as we dance this dance to deaths gaze
Imperfect in the most perfect light of this
they seek solace in the things we loath
and yet we desire the same
Endless are these cycles of touch and fade
when worst comes to best you will be the jar
carrying every grain of intent to display for friends
Friends you will never need but want
for knowledge and the accumulation of best intentions.
Up the ladder:
Women Fight Dirty
Down the ladder:
"Dreams Come and Dreams Go"
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Arithmetic Mean: 4.8333335
Posted: January 16, 2003 7:47 AM PST; Last modified: January 16, 2003 7:47 AM PSTWeighted score: 4.9551764 Overall Rank: 8709 Comments:
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Ranger @ 212.219.142.161
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16-Jan-03/7:58 AM
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Take out line three and I will give this an 8-it's nice.
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Ranger @ 212.219.142.161
> Ranger
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16-Jan-03/7:58 AM
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Don't mean to sound bullish or anything-it's just that the old 'dance of death' etc doesn't fit in with this.
Confusing as those "sound of one hand clapping" type questions but i like the 2nd and 3rd lines.
I liked this. People too often want things just for material possessions, or because someone else expects them to desire it. Once again, good write.
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