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and love, an envy (Free verse) by richa Accepting her drink from a stranger,
With ice, a spring water
Daring, as the poet to meet dylan
To let her flaws sit,
Amongst the light of a silver cold,
Her soil warm lips,
A small measure, and love, an envy
Up the ladder:
Confession of a troubled man
Down the ladder:
The Bunny, The Wench, and The Troll
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Posted: June 19, 2003 10:03 AM PDT; Last modified: June 20, 2003 1:48 PM PDTWeighted score: 6.8636365 Overall Rank: 287 Comments:
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horus8 @ 24.126.113.154
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19-Jun-03/10:51 AM
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The last two lines really cinch it up. Soil warm lips and hips I wager.
her soil warm lips !
mmmmm What a beautiful description 8
mmm
this is beautiful
tastes as the grit of invention. bravo
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