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Mid Night Snack (Free verse) by GregDeEgg 2 am
table cold
where my arms aren't.
Quiet toaster
Morning smells
Rusty spring pops
Leap, bread.
Breathing again.
Burnt sandpaper
though soft smell.
Spoon in jelly
Blood red.
Sour grapes.
Break the surface
tear open the skin
Spread on.
Back of spoon
Be licked
Cringe nicely.
Remember Grandma
Taste her thoughts
as she sleeps.
Up the ladder:
Trust
Down the ladder:
I wanna die
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Posted: May 6, 2003 10:51 PM PDT; Last modified: May 6, 2003 10:51 PM PDTWeighted score: 4.928861 Overall Rank: 9144 Comments:
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horus8 @ 24.126.113.154
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7-May-03/4:57 PM
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Solid enough.
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