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he is dead (Free verse) by roses are read he is dead,
his blood spilled silly,
sporadic puddles of his life,
the street drinks it in.
i did not know him,
god,
who was he?
Up the ladder:
Captive
Down the ladder:
My Dark
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Posted: April 7, 2002 11:29 AM PDT; Last modified: April 7, 2002 11:29 AM PDTWeighted score: 4.6891303 Overall Rank: 12065 Comments:
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9-Apr-02/1:40 AM
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don't think you need the first line
a nice thought, but wasn't portrayed as well as it could have been. there's not enough structure/flow for me to feel.
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