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Saline drip to the eye (Free verse) by INTRANSIT Bereft of all color.
Her winds, stolen
Churning blood, sapped,
squeezed, discarded.
Undefineable skies.
Sponged until cracked.
Excavated to invisibleness.
Murdered, pelted, ground.
Remnants:
A chalky ashen ball
too hostile for bacteria or
virus.
The moon now has more character.
subliminal milky ooze.
Up the ladder:
The Long Night
Down the ladder:
What Hobbit songs are really like...
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Posted: March 11, 2003 7:29 PM PST; Last modified: March 11, 2003 7:29 PM PSTWeighted score: 5.62753 Overall Rank: 2180 Comments:
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horus8 @ 24.126.113.154
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12-Mar-03/1:58 AM
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GQT AWARDE 10!
Impressive, love the images in this 'A chalky ashen ball', Dario Argento used a nice line for dead eyes: four flies on grey velvet, you got a Q TiP aWaRdE ask him to say what 4, vote(9)
Really liked the second stanza, relates so beautifully to the title, creates an amazing picture of the diseased eye.
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