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Christs Harlot (Free verse) by Don-Quixote
broken dreamer
screaming away
each day a new
illusion
suffering the inability
to find the conclusion
of his thorny crowns
insane visions
lighter flame dancing
over brown leaves
the cigar crackling
smoke drifting around
him
lights dim
vodka filled to the rim
the glass sparkling
as he watches his harlot
sing
staring apon his ring
wondering why the thorns
grow deeper into
his skull
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Arithmetic Mean: 6.0
Weighted score: 5.119203
Overall Rank: 5631
Posted: July 24, 2003 7:07 AM PDT; Last modified: July 24, 2003 2:41 PM PDT
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