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glimpse (Free verse) by nentwined walking along, I'm in his home
as much as he is;
he doesn't remember
through self-inflicted daze
what it is to have four walls
and a door that locks.
Up the ladder:
'Till Then
Down the ladder:
what little I know
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Posted: October 20, 2003 7:10 PM PDT; Last modified: October 20, 2003 7:10 PM PDTWeighted score: 6.8370347 Overall Rank: 327 The following users have marked this poem on their favorites list:
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this leaves an impression that is belies its size.
does the door lock so people like this can't get in? (so believes the common man)
unfallable.
i like this
-mega
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hmm. would you like something undeleted?
Why is it you remind me of Geddy Lee?
Geddy Lee?