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hannahdavies666

Published: May 8, 2010

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Dirty rubber teat,
Small as pinky finger,
Lies upon the ground.

Perfect plastic calm,
Foggy as an angel breathing,
Missing toothless gums.

Angles synthetic,
Pretty baby fingertips
Sleeping all alone.

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darkelvenfaerie

May 14, 2010

Interesting poem.
Good luck with the contest.

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