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Eric D. Brock (Free verse) by elizabethann
You were my oxygen. You were my drug. You were my fucking seat of passion. Now you're a memory. You're a smiling face in my pictures. You're a piece of my heart. You are, the definition of perfection.
Up the ladder: Drowning
Down the ladder: walking
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Arithmetic Mean: 2.4
Weighted score: 4.6900725
Overall Rank: 12058
Posted: May 30, 2003 12:34 AM PDT; Last modified: May 30, 2003 12:34 AM PDT
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[n/a] vulcan @ 217.218.57.17 | 30-May-03/3:13 AM | Reply
h'm?
[6] Jeremi B. Handrinos @ 24.126.113.154 | 30-May-03/12:52 PM | Reply
fruitcake flame'
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