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staring out the window
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staring out the window |
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zipknee Junior Member
since 1999-07-28
Posts 35Oak Park, IL |
I pressed my face against the cold hard glass I watched my breath dance across the window I placed my hand upon the pane robbing the warmth from my fingers I longed to melt into the outside flowing through the cold hardness to breathe in the chilled night air filling every empty space |
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Meadowmuse Member Elite
since 1999-12-27
Posts 3263 |
This is lovely...such descriptive phrasing! "I watched my breath dance across the window I placed my hand upon the pane robbing the warmth from my fingers" Succinct, superb writing. ~ Claire |
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lucky Senior Member
since 2000-01-17
Posts 1601Idaho |
'tis a solemn song, I don't know why I do it so often. Reality is so clever. |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
ZipKnee~ This has an allure that drew me to read it thrice. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com |
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