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some simplicity stings. (Free verse) by FreeFormFixation i waited for
your hands to cool.
my blistered skin
was clenching in,
recoiling from your
sudden touch.
your passion burns
my face too much.
so waiting for
your eyes to shut,
my own lids lifted
clocks were clicking.
sandy from your
beach-bleached stare,
your gaze has scratched
an image there.
Up the ladder:
"Monco" (In progress)
Down the ladder:
The huntsman's revenge
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Posted: November 3, 2003 10:37 PM PST; Last modified: November 3, 2003 10:37 PM PSTWeighted score: 4.880797 Overall Rank: 10144 Comments:
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<{Baba^Yaga}> @ 24.126.116.54
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4-Nov-03/1:09 AM
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An encounter with a bearded old man using noxema as lubrication?
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