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wretched heart-wrench (Free verse) by calliope soft and sweet and
sticky, dripping.
our eyes met.
no need for speaking.
love, death,
and endless weeping.
all in a moment.
then no more feeling.
Up the ladder:
i am probably on my 7th shot of vodka
Down the ladder:
Tiredness
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Posted: November 3, 2003 11:58 PM PST; Last modified: November 3, 2003 11:58 PM PSTWeighted score: 4.904638 Overall Rank: 9843 Comments:
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<{Baba^Yaga}> @ 24.126.116.54
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4-Nov-03/1:29 AM
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Truly, as coherent as window shielding a moth at ninety mph. On a better note however it helped me arrive at a bowel movement.
this is sweet.
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