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Looking Down (Free verse) by thepinkbunnyofdoom
Christ blood warms my skin till it burns
At times Iâm drowning
Others Iâm dying of thirst
More still its just enough to get by
Sometimes its as close as whispering lips upon my ear
Others its as far away as the voice on the other end of the telephone
More often than not its in sight but never near enough for me to touch
I can barely stand to look at the wound
It burns at my eyes but I close them and stare anyway
Its so hard to believe that an inflammation could be so beautiful
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Arithmetic Mean: 7.4615383
Weighted score: 6.7995286
Overall Rank: 404
Posted: April 11, 2003 9:36 PM PDT; Last modified: April 11, 2003 9:36 PM PDT
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