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Escaper (Free verse) by fevriere
Foresake what you mean. Wriggle out, evade
the spontaneous frame, the polite case you find in your hands.
Time waits to gobble you up,
for you are fabricated and nearly faked
and worn and tired, tried and creased.
At your heart, a poor gown.
They crush you to feel your worth.
They break you to taste your life.
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Arithmetic Mean: 4.5
Weighted score: 4.976287
Overall Rank: 8256
Posted: April 3, 2004 4:02 AM PST; Last modified: April 6, 2004 10:07 AM PDT
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