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Deadlines
by Laura DoomDoors
opened,
fickle fate
seduced me with
sweet inspiration - I was not amused.
The sour bitch set an expiry threshold,
a callous game
played behind
her closed
doors. 03/01/2008 Posted on 03/01/2008
Copyright © 2024 Laura Doom
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 03/01/08 at 04:12 PM Brilliant use of doors, open and closed. That limiting factor just plays havoc....drat... I love this. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/04/08 at 04:19 PM I agree with the other comments Laura. Very good! You might want to clarify what you weren't amused by...the sweet inspiration or the expiry threshold; at this point it looks like the former which doesn't make sense judging by the rest of the poem. Otherwise excellent. ;o) |
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