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high school tragedy number six (Free verse) by FreeFormFixation an infatuation,
fact or fiction?
whose jurisdiction
rules this carcass?
car crash,
crimson carpet compass.
i dont want this.
you can have it.
on my front lawn
blood spilled fondly
in that winter dawn
last march.
she spent her last breath
telling me
to never drink
or fall asleep.
car crash,
constant waves of worry.
i dont want this.
you can have it.
Up the ladder:
and the world evolves
Down the ladder:
311006 txt to russia
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Posted: December 15, 2003 12:42 AM PST; Last modified: December 15, 2003 12:42 AM PSTWeighted score: 5.4482355 Overall Rank: 2949 Comments:
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Nicholas Jones @ 137.44.1.200
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15-Dec-03/9:49 AM
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The first verse reminds me of the band At the Drive-In, whose lyrics are notable for their ragged, stream of nonsence style.
Stick shift abortion.
kill crimson
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