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Albert de Belleroche, 1885, head and shoulders of a young woman



You're late...

                                                    Tell me again,
                                                   Why am I here?

Just pull your
hair back
follow my lead

Do I have anything
between my teeth?

                                                  Besides my
                                                 ass?

That's enough

                                               Never heard you
                                              complain before.

Where were you ?

                                             Annie's back.

No!

                                           Easy, Jake
                                           she just needs a
                                           friend

I need to know that
I can count on you,
Pam.

                                           You can
                                           things are different
                                           now


I hope so
This is our time.
We need this spot.

                                          Shit.
                                         No pressure...

                                         Why, Jake?

                                        After all the hell I put
                                        you through?

Sweetheart?

Only you
can make my blood
boil.

We're up next

Let's tango


Rene ~ January 16, 2013

Not so much poetry, but a bit of fun with dialog
in 100 words

For 100 Word Song
This weeks prompt
Feels Like We Only Go Backwards by Tame Impala
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  1. Irish GumboJanuary 16, 2013 at 10:43 PM

    Good stuff. Pint-worthy, even, Ms. Rene.

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  2. Brian MillerJanuary 16, 2013 at 11:33 PM

    ha...def some fun in the dialogue...ass in the teeth eh? would be interesting to get a bit more of this...nice scene but there is def more story there...

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  3. AnonymousJanuary 17, 2013 at 1:25 AM

    Wow! I liked this. It looks like fun to try. I recently seen a poetry prompt to write a poem about the number 13. I think I may try that in a day or so. My youngest daughter was born on a Friday the 13th, so can't be that bad. Thank you for sharing this!!!

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    1. UnknownJanuary 17, 2013 at 6:20 AM

      Give it a try Donetta! 100 Word Song is a great place to start :)
      13 is a special, wonderful number for me as well!
      Can't wait to read what you've written.

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  4. CarrieJanuary 17, 2013 at 4:28 PM

    Interesting dialogue. You can make so many assumptions or guesses as to the relationship.

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  5. AnonymousJanuary 17, 2013 at 8:49 PM

    how you spaced and used dialogue makes this so naughty and fun and interesting.

    I like the last two lines. My mind went ina couple of places.

    Thanks for the great song.

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