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Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow 
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Smoke rises from an empty lung, inhalation of the stars from far above.. Illumination, lifeless aftertaste. Growing from seeds of red, I knew, did you? ..Silk mazes intertwine with my sense of self. I doubt my abilities and often wish to be someone else. If I could gather enough strength to push you out of context..My heart yearns for you, yet. Cut out crepe paper, pink ..sticks to wet lips, I think.. Smoke rises from an empty lung, I pushed a few away for the satisfaction of having the last taste. |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Meghan, nice use of metaphors within the poem. Interesting write that could be read a couple of different ways... |
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Broken Member
since 2000-03-12
Posts 271The woods |
Interesting indeed, I must say. I think I'll add you to my libray  Yours truly ~Broken~ Such griefs with such men well agree, |
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Aenimal Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-18
Posts 7350the ass-end of space |
I doubt my abilities and often wish to be someone else Well you can't be talking about your writing, as for the abilities of getting through life who the hell gets it right? What is right? 'It's all a lie to make you beg for something better than you have' blah |
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Wind
since 2002-10-12
Posts 2981 |
great images |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
Kaoru - your last lines . . . maybe one day pull them close xxoo |
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