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La salle de couvée (Free verse) by ~incarnate~
Head phones on my ear, wires everywhere Bjork's weirdness enthrall's me "I'm a tree of hearts, one for each that you take" the bachelorette. Fragile isn't she? All alone. Again. I'm still searching. The overcast clouds do naught to improve my mood Mom says it is unfair to brood, people are forced to watch me pout, and slouch about Sick self pity it does preserve my dignity though small. I listen to the winds constant wailing and decide it's time I stopped wallowing

Up the ladder: Never Better
Down the ladder: Crashing Into Me

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Arithmetic Mean: 3.6666667
Weighted score: 4.8410625
Overall Rank: 10597
Posted: June 2, 2003 2:28 PM PDT; Last modified: June 2, 2003 2:30 PM PDT
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[7] Bachus @ 24.126.113.154 | 2-Jun-03/2:44 PM | Reply
Excellent, do.
[n/a] ~incarnate~ @ 65.137.104.199 > Bachus | 5-Jul-03/12:36 AM | Reply
Thanks man, i did
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