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Originally Posted by Frank
Coke in white clouds drift apart from the dreams Iím shooting the breezeí drawing blood color of the Heart when it bleeds My Nerves jumpingí like trampolines through the Cartilage seams My track-ridden skin is weak. No elasticity. Stretch mark stitches....see? Rolls up my sleeve....... I am a Fein. recharging Until I am redeemed, I reek.., remarkably cant recall being clean. 8 balls in my sneaks, marshmallow on the balls of my feet, Like Smores reforming from heat, throw on another log - somebody sawing the tree
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I liked this part. A lot of quotable lines running through this piece. The balance of metaphor and storyline is very well accomplished here. It kept me interested despite the length. Sweet drop, can tell you put work into your pieces.