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The Fly
Join Date: Jul 2000
Location: LA, CA, USA
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nameless poem thing
Green tile floor scrubbed sparkling clean
__________________Slick as dew, in its glare I see you Staring down at me Behind my back, a wraith on my shoulder Is it clean enough for you? Can’t you see yourself as well as you see me? Your still form, watching, looking, evaluating, measuring Never revealing What I leave bare for the world to see And so I scrub and I sweep and try to please But I’ll never know just how you feel And you’ll know everything there is to know about me. [This message has been edited by Loafer (edited 01-13-2001).] |
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The Fly
Join Date: Jul 2000
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hey Loafer, s'been a while
__________________very interesting metaphor and imagery ![]() |
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The Fly
Join Date: Nov 2000
Location: Houston, TX USA
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Very nice, loafer. I like this a lot.
![]() ------------------ Nichelle **Still looking for the face I had before the world was made....** **Work like you don't need money, love like you've never been hurt, and dance like no one's watching.** |
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