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bad skin
by C.A. Reed
Thursday, August 14, 2003
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"what she said, 'i smoke as i'm hoping for an early death, and i need to cling to something' it's what she said..."--smiths
for a friend's suggestion |
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so what's the difference,
my skin is bad anyway
so i'll light up again
still looking young beyond
these years
(for a while,
until these graces fail me,
and i'm just the same as
everyone else)
so i'll hide behind the
guise
when i must avert my gaze
for it hurts to look, sometimes,
and this cloud does mask
the discomfort in my path
and put you further out of sight:
i'm blindsided,
nearsighted
at the opposite end of that bar
again...
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| Reviewed by Bhuwan Thapaliya |
8/15/2003 |
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| enjoyed!!! |
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| Reviewed by Carolyn Red Bear (The Bear Paw) |
8/14/2003 |
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What a couple drinks can do.... great write...
In Spirit,
Bear |
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| Reviewed by elois Masters (Reader) |
8/14/2003 |
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Beautiful C.
Love this: i'm blindsided,
nearsighted
at the opposite end of that bar
again...
In response:
"Either end's great. Long as the bottle pours."
----Charles Bukowski----
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