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1 (Free verse) by Clockwork orange? she cries in the dark
breaths in fear
floats in hate
spits out lies
never looks you in the eye
alway thinks, what if they'll die
sits there by her table
staring at the bare wall
wishes she could do it
wishes she would try
always asks herself why
draws a star
carves a heart
bleeds an ounce
understands the flies
bury her grave
laugh at her demise
be silly again
and cross your i's
Up the ladder:
Young America
Down the ladder:
Metrosexuality
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Posted: August 19, 2003 4:10 PM PDT; Last modified: August 19, 2003 4:10 PM PDTWeighted score: 5.0596013 Overall Rank: 6689 Comments:
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Bachus @ 24.126.113.154
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19-Aug-03/6:01 PM
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It wobbles for significance, and almost saves itself actually.
Forced rhymes.
You can't cross an i 131 view(s)
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