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earshot (Free verse) by kingit my smouldering brain slow-cooked freeze-dried vaccuu-
packed impeccably prepped undulating with fear soft grey
shake verbal projectile spills like marble pellets through
slate, wood, concrete mounting Ears with drums with no
heads
Up the ladder:
weather poem part 9: song for gloria
Down the ladder:
Big fanny
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Posted: October 19, 2003 10:57 PM PDT; Last modified: October 19, 2003 10:57 PM PDTWeighted score: 5.0794687 Overall Rank: 6447 Comments:
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Shardik @ 24.126.113.154
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20-Oct-03/12:04 AM
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Are you trying to be different? Or randomly succeding at trying anything to not be normal. Or are you just goth?
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-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. @ 131.111.8.103
> Shardik
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20-Oct-03/6:10 AM
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You're just annoyed that someone else is using your method of poetry-writing.
thanks, thanks...except for the Goth part.
just tryin ta hammer out a poem.
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