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Painting the Town (Free verse) by dragonfly His palms contoured my body
As the sweet smell of dawn lingered in the air.
Never had I wanted to be consumed as I did then.
And like a fly with a death wish,
I flew straight into his web.
And I did not resist.
Now every scent that travels in the breeze
incites these memories
Of the day he and I painted the town.
I want so badly to relive them
but we came to this agreement
And I did not protest.
Up the ladder:
The Frontman of a Band Called Joe
Down the ladder:
i carry my midget wife
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Posted: December 7, 2003 10:54 PM PST; Last modified: December 7, 2003 10:54 PM PSTWeighted score: 5.8964715 Overall Rank: 1475 Comments:
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Shardik @ 24.126.116.54
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8-Dec-03/2:11 AM
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REal good stuff here.
Some actions and words can leave you *spechless* Scent
isnt it so true like gingerbread,morning coffe- dawn lingering in the air of course can be very INVIGORATING in an open market say medellin. and compared to a stroll in buenos aires at the same hour..thank's for the visual of the web & the fly. and to relive a few moments of my own.Keep leaving me bread crumb's straight to you'r poems. CHEERS to your holidays. 185 view(s)
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