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For W. (Ode) by A. Nomaly your love is like soaking in rust
colored pools of human sweat and
seltzer water collected naturally in
the shaded krooks of the letter E
Up the ladder:
Behind the veil
Down the ladder:
corrupting me
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Posted: October 10, 2003 7:54 PM PDT; Last modified: October 10, 2003 7:54 PM PDTWeighted score: 5.4994626 Overall Rank: 2735 Comments:
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sliver @ 63.190.64.11
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10-Oct-03/8:34 PM
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Hmm, don't like her much eh? Read some of mine, tell me what you drink-er think.
Indeed, a killer.
woah.
Is that "E" for ecstasy?
I liked your analogy.
line breaks--why? no werkie, comme ca.
okay...at least this one made me stop to pause, and think, and then try to picture what you said here. I think I'll give THIS one something above a 2...(my 6th one to read on this site)At the least, I think it is interesting, though I am not a fan of this type of piece...at the most, I think you make the reader wonder what lies beneath and behind such a statement. I would like to see this expanded and elaborated on...I suggest continuing the thought started here.It does not seem complete...but perhaps it is, as only you can say.
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