it was the missing piece
that still didn’t fit,
the jagged edge of the mountain top,
the melted candle half-lit.
the girl who tried too hard
to stand out or blend in,
the hotel floor that wasn’t there
and the unknown ghosts within.
a crowd with nameless faces,
the present with no card,
two socks that don’t match,
a security officer sleeping on guard.
thirteen.
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Umm...yeah?? LOL.
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A contest entry
- Conversations with my 13 year old self... by artemis the hunter.
190 points, ended October 26, 2007, 20 entries
• next story in this contest, remove from contest
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the rhymes worked well with this poem. thanks for entering my contest and good luck!
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OH MY DEAR!
I loved this. I did NOT know you were this awesome at poetry!!!!
Seriously, dude. You know this means I'm forcing you to enter my new contest, right???
I'm so sweet.
Really, though. Did you HAVE to enter??? I mean, I'M in this contest, too!! Can you say YOU WIN!!!
Just playing.
Love this. Love you.
GREAT work, here.
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As if I need to tell you who I am. PFT!
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Heeheee. Don't worry, everyone knows you
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Love comment. Love you.
♥sa- oh forget it.
ps. OH MY COMPLETE DEAR!
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