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embryonic inquiries (Free verse) by calliope crawling through
worldwide uterine lining,
where is the exit?
i'm lost and i'm fetal
and fatally crawling
through placental pieces.
i've torn from my cord,
i need air before i choke.
Up the ladder:
Push, Wipe, Flush
Down the ladder:
Gracy (An ode to my greyhound)
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Posted: November 4, 2003 12:03 AM PST; Last modified: November 4, 2003 12:03 AM PSTWeighted score: 4.8569565 Overall Rank: 10485 Comments:
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<{Baba^Yaga}> @ 24.126.116.54
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4-Nov-03/1:32 AM
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I need air before I choke myself to death on your lower cased tribute to lower case tributaries.
I think you need a smack to start you breathing
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