| caterwaul from below | Contributor |
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creaking crevises of the cranium canvassing for cryptonite |
babsrichar |
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slowly leaking lazily...laborious words |
sdhousekat |
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stray alley sex |
questionajourney |
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Add your entry here |
graphitegirl |
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a feast of strays delivering a neighborhood craze |
questionajourney |
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the bars that seperate the day from the night |
graphitegirl |
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show no mercy no kindness just endless plight |
sdhousekat |
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alley wasteland death rituals alike |
questionajourney |
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a hot steaming summer night with the baseball announcer yelling as a baby cries |
babsrichar |
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sucking menthol and flicking ashes from the stoop |
graphitegirl |
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burning circles of fire cascade freely from their previous spot |
sdhousekat |
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manifesting ritual occurences in slick vapor dances |
questionajourney |
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up on blocks she stood upon a pedestal |
graphitegirl |
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catching a slap in the face glimpse of what was |
questionajourney |
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she paused.... and looked around stunned, eye fluttering with tears |
sdhousekat |
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the tissue of hope drying a face of puzzlement |
questionajourney |
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Bones and sinew tieing back the pieces of hope |
John |
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glimpses of what Could be, laid bare, in the cracks of the pavement |
babsrichar |
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there's only one season here......broke |
graphitegirl |
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her heart sputters and spatters irregular beating like it's broke |
sdhousekat |
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wounded flesh muscle hobbling with no eyes |
questionajourney |
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the rats are eating crackerjacks |
graphitegirl |
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scuttling about, chittering with glee |
sdhousekat |
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treating scraps as pseudo cheese |
questionajourney |
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Mickey snickers, and then snorts up the debree |
babsrichar |
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Drainwater for drainage then speed |
questionajourney |
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the sharks meet the jets on the westside |
graphitegirl |
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in a feud only dolphins or sharks could appreciate |
questionajourney |
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shopping basket her home away from home |
graphitegirl |
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she carried her fears away with each sway |
sdhousekat |
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as she opened her eyes once closed to pray |
John |
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the tracks turned gold as death did wave |
questionajourney |
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and voices of the past, whispering of another day |
babsrichar |
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the projects - just whose project? |
graphitegirl |
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the projects protected by logic |
questionajourney |
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the logics logistical project |
John |
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only enough tin foil for tonights reception |
graphitegirl |
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bring your heart, wrap it tight with discretion |
questionajourney |
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replacing burned out bulbs in the red light district |
graphitegirl |
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with red eyes seeking alley labryinth directions |
questionajourney |
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thirsting to quench the agony of reflection |
babsrichar |
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childhood high with cotton stuffed mouth adornment |
questionajourney |
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paper bag stuffed liqueurs served over half baked lips |
graphitegirl |
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liquid blush accents of any creed |
questionajourney |
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slowly memories errode away with every gluttonous gulp |
sdhousekat |
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always a dream to share even when the cupboards are bare |
graphitegirl |
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inversed canteloupe rind, spirit munching in a top hat |
questionajourney |
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there are dreams, they are just under renovation |
graphitegirl |
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