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Free verse № 3696

Canned Laughter

Member since 2002 · Posted 9 Jul 2002 · 2 comments

The jest runs dry. Can't dispute with deserts, you know? Merciless in beating brows. Forced sweat, cold in clenching palm upon palm, constricting passages. Knees hit floor and it drains, resolve seeps into earth and fertilises seed of mirth. Waiting for a tree takes forever though.

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[4] Redfin 9-Jul-02/8:13 PM Reply
confusing
[7] nentwined 15-Jul-02/4:20 PM Reply
interesting. odd.