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Submitted by crypticbard on 26 January 2008 - 6:49pm.| Updated 26 January 2008 - 6:50pm.
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freeform
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the upside of my underside
molly-coddling your neck
through a bleakly lined morning
sky stirs my now tepid faith
always in the shadows
concealing furtive glances,
tensed shoulder blades
that find feet shuffling
against iron curtains that
block the rays of the sun
I appreciate moderate constructive criticism
