Please, make "that lake" recursive. And let me swim for more. And rise in hunger from a cot. Or less, if halls have doors. |
How far do vibrations go. From wrongs so non or tall. To stand beside a nebula. Or was the mood that small. |
The poem that wins your vote migrates up a Ladder in rank one step.
The poem that looses your vote migrates down a Ladder in rank one step.
Go see the real time Ladder results, (but please
contribute six or seven votes first).
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