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The Rooms (Free verse) by crownfox Here is the room where
you were pulled from your
mother.
Here is the room where
we learned what our
bodies were for.
Here is the room where
I found I could love
you.
Here is the room where
you spilled the wine
and it stained the
tiles.
Here is the room where
your body was wrapped
in the sheets and
pulled from the
bed.
Up the ladder:
Ballet
Down the ladder:
Love
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Posted: February 23, 2003 2:21 PM PST; Last modified: February 23, 2003 2:21 PM PSTWeighted score: 5.2689414 Overall Rank: 3869 Comments:
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Fear of Garbage @ 64.56.113.58
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23-Feb-03/2:41 PM
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mmmm i like it and i get the end but its a litle unclear and anonymous
here is the room where i concocted an ovaltine booby trap to fall upon the head of my mean uncle bruce, but then he made me tongue flick his peter and the experience most obviously turned me into a roomless homosexual also wrapped in a sheet.
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