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    dots Submission Name: Complaindots
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    Author: Jester_Gesture
    ASL Info:    23/f
    Elite Ratio:    3.41 - 365/459/201
    Words: 172
    Class/Type: Poetry/Misc
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    Starbucks, eight-thirty. She
    complains about dates that she
    could opt out of, if she wanted. She
    complains about a boy with a mustache
    and eating ice cream, and wears
    her skirt from France.

    Iím sitting here in corduroy pants, in my
    Chuck Taylors, full of rips and holes, like my
    everything. In pieces, shards, and fragments, my
    life is this vibrant mosaic of words and sentiments.
    My coffee is long gone, cold, and
    Iím feeling very jealous.

    She complains, but then thereís you.
    Unattainable, untouchable. I think of you
    and my head is on this fast locomotive. You
    are a train through my thoughts in a caffeinated
    rush of nighttimes and conversations about
    poetry and wrinkled clothing.

    Morning, three oíclock. I need this
    to never end. Iíve wanted things but this
    I canít control. She complains. She canít know this
    is harder than being awkward. Harder than conversation.
    She can complain about the things she can control
    but I canít even complain about time or place.




    Submitted on 2007-11-14 05:17:11     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      She complains, but then thereís you.
    Unattainable, untouchable. I think of you
    and my head is on this fast locomotive. You
    are a train through my thoughts in a caffeinated
    rush of nighttimes and conversations about
    poetry and wrinkled clothing.


    I love that portion of this.

    This actually reminds me of this girl I know. Sitting and listening to her talk (complain) is a lot like this...I think you've captured it perfectly. Awesome job!
    | Posted on 2007-11-14 00:00:00 | by Raivn | [ Reply to This ]


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