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Libation by Lewis Carter Tuesday, November 26, 2002 Share Print Save Become a Fan My emotions a tearing tap That drips on a drainless well. The heat of my woe causes currents of convection, Swayed by cold realization. Frothy sorrow begs for consumption While bitter truth waits to gaul the partaker. I stand in line with all my fears to fill my glass. Standing right behind who I wish I were, I curse who I am. Standing in front of who I should have been, I loudly blame the past. As I finally fill my glass.

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Reviewed by jing javier	12/1/2002

great write..




Reviewed by Erin Kelly-Moen	11/26/2002

Ha, a twisty little piece, Lewis! "I stand in line with all my fears to fill my glass. Standing right behind who I wish I were, I curse who I am. Standing in front of who I should have been, I loudly blame the past. As I finally fill my glass." Love this passage! Erin :)