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(pieces, peaces) (Free verse) by Patsy Nothing around here happens without my permission.
space, taker: i'm sure you give
but i'm not sure what.
Shall i sacrifice some light for a lack of darkness?
What we could do if we wanted to.
Kites don't feel like this, even if
they miss the ground.
It's not a decent beauty if it excuses itself.
(You can say whatever you want, butterscotch
if you say it
like that.)
Me: No longer an open sore for you to gawk at
(this is not a real poem, rather, an amalgamation of running the gamut
over 3 years.)
Up the ladder:
Ice mask
Down the ladder:
deviant conveniences
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Posted: November 3, 2003 9:51 PM PST; Last modified: November 3, 2003 9:51 PM PSTWeighted score: 5.166884 Overall Rank: 5034 Comments:
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<{Baba^Yaga}> @ 24.126.116.54
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3-Nov-03/10:42 PM
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Isn't that a Clint Eastwood movie?
Nice individual lines
Again, this is possibly simply the fact of the near-full moon, but...intimations of the Other Side? or, to quote, "dustbunnies where there are none"?
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