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A morning conflict (Free verse) by INTRANSIT Longing for my jump start
yet resisting, I feel your pull.
I will not give in!
I will grind you into powder!
You retaliate by grasping
my nostrils with your brutal perfume.
I attempt at turning the tables and
scald your remains.
Saturated, you leak into the urn
and I am triumphant.
Alas, I am not.
For I drink from thy urn.
Up the ladder:
forgiveness
Down the ladder:
before time
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Posted: April 7, 2003 12:21 PM PDT; Last modified: April 7, 2003 12:21 PM PDTWeighted score: 5.0476813 Overall Rank: 6853 Comments:
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Bill Z Bub @ 24.112.224.232
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8-Apr-03/1:43 PM
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mmmmm coffee. beverage of the gods.
i just don't like the double-use of "urn"
give us something different there please otherwise, very fun read 247 view(s)
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