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No Sense (Free verse) by daniella
He slides his booted step to the side his heart skips its beating. Like a bird lying lame on wet winter's hour of dawn. Like no approach he comes, like a tongue withdrawn. No sense, no truth, no armour's song was his, a mission of mercy, with no wrong? Stepping up his pace toward home. Up overcoming the top of the hill, the newest light is mounting to correct the marks through shadows cast left for yet others, still to last, while rising up from beyond, it leaves behind the battle cries and plenty of flesh and bone in sand, to dry where there his brothers lie.

Up the ladder: Fetish Section
Down the ladder: Enantiodromia

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Arithmetic Mean: 5.0
Weighted score: 5.0
Overall Rank: 7865
Posted: March 6, 2003 4:39 PM PST; Last modified: March 30, 2003 8:44 PM PST
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[n/a] horus8 @ 24.126.113.154 | 7-Mar-03/12:12 AM | Reply



Afterword 1 (Free verse) by daniella

He slides his step to the side,
and a heart skips its beating.
Like a bird lying lame on the wet winter hour of dawn.
Like no approach he comes, like a tongue withdrawn.
No sense, no truth, no arms to hold on.
On a mission of mercy up over.
The newest light is mounting
up to correct the marks
left for another.



Try that.
[n/a] daniella @ 200.68.195.12 > horus8 | 30-Mar-03/9:48 PM | Reply
i did, look it took me somewhere indeed.
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