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across three feet
are words stucked by glare,
and you prefer silence
to stand by softly,
and no words will slip
from thoughts to mouth;
alcoholed time drifts
often leading to clouds
of promiscuousness.
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Written March 24, 2008
A contest entry
- fornication by Melissa Gayle.
300 points, ended March 30, 2008, 10 entries
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So much here in these words, Hensley. I liked the "alcoholed time" and all that it implies... both physically and mentally!!
~ Nicolette
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