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only pleasure left (Free verse) by richa A child does not need to squat
on the rug, to look up to you grandma
She does not condescend to
hear your words, wrongly chosen
When you talk, of your 'only
pleasure that is left' she does not seek
to question,
Well take it from someone
sat beside you, who can see the 'only'
Part of the sentence, and your
slouched bones, collapsed as a fire
Up the ladder:
Fireworks on an Open Sky
Down the ladder:
Departing Suburbia
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Posted: June 24, 2003 10:33 AM PDT; Last modified: June 24, 2003 1:21 PM PDTWeighted score: 6.5 Overall Rank: 692 Comments:
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horus8 @ 24.126.113.154
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24-Jun-03/12:52 PM
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To dark for no reason, remove your last sentence entirely, and it would find the lowest level, trust me, I know.
Precisely.
Indeed, beautiful work.
Keep it all, its dandy. (and besides your so methodical I bet you its all been sorted prior to it being on here
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