She was a cigarette stain
burnt out. blackened.
ashes; all that remained
He was a republican
hiding among urban
debris.
self righteous suits.
it suited him well.
She was scar tissue
thick dead flesh.
benevolent cancer.
He was a republican
hiding in yellow
walls.
idealistic ties.
tied them together.
She wore a sign.
and he obliged,
he could only love
her when his
vision was skewed
by glasses made from
the bottom of a 40oz bottle.
A contest entry
- Titles and Options Contest! by movedon.
950 points, ended October 7, 2008, 21 entries
Gold trophy winner
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beautiful, I love the soft touch you have with your imagery here
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She was a cigarette stain
burnt out. blackened.
ashes; all that remained
wow wish i would have read your poems sooner i loved this one as well.
these lines i simply adore great work
vanna -
This is great! Makes you want to laugh AND cry. Very good write!
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jesus cripes child. this is...wow. I agree with my hubby's statement..who commented twice?? (couldnt make up yer mind or what??) But this is a truly well written poem...I'm flabergasted!
best of luck!
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I think he commented on just the NUMBER, lol, before the actual poem was written and then again on the actual poem. silly.
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hahahahah i didnt even think to read his comments cuz commenting twice is sooooo something that he would do!
its before noon on a saturday and I'm awake with no coffee! 
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I stand with the take. It is superb. And sad all at once. And what is sad of it is the reality that is behind each word. That this may very well be a true life. How sad. But a wonderful poem. Agreeable to be a spectacular win. Win it for the home team.
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A daring attempt at this number. It's like right in your face and that's all your gonna know. I like it. Short and to the point. lol This is funny. Ahem... now I just have to wait for the poem to actually be written.
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40 Ounces Till Love
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