Dilated eyes peer hopefully,
Into pools of their own misery.
My curves have straightened your views
On self harm and poetry.
Does your conscience make you queasy,
Or are you still waiting for a ring;
Your voice mail is full.
A contest entry
- Seven Lines by Lj-.
300 points, ended May 27, 2007, 26 entries
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Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Very cool. I love the feeling. Mysterious.
Thank you for your entry,
Good luck!

