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colour wheel (Free verse) by calliope sometimes i feel
like thin skin being pulled
off a decaying pear.
i feel discoloured, slightly rank
and meticulously removed.
but the still life
i was once part of
is a painting now,
my skin is in fact
chipping paint.
either way, i'm rotting away
and the elements are fingers
in their own right.
Up the ladder:
wolves
Down the ladder:
Fear
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Posted: November 11, 2003 12:49 PM PST; Last modified: November 11, 2003 12:49 PM PSTWeighted score: 5.313765 Overall Rank: 3553 Comments:
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11-Nov-03/3:35 PM
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you can't pull the skin off a bear unless it is already dead
"The elements are fingers in their own right"? Boy, you sured layed an egg there.
is laying an egg good or bad?
Gud that u r going 2 be gone:o)
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