OUT OF REACH   Lipstick stained, empty Jug Her flock, her friends dispersed This attitude, could not care less A prentend she'd well rehearsed Into the bog, blind advance Unto a sticky end Hem seams of sleeplessness Where true love ne'er crept, my friend 10/40 Challenge - Advance – Bog - Crept – Flock - Grit - Hem – Jug - Lipstick – Pretend – Sticky By DANTE © 2009 DANTE (All rights reserved)

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