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White Oleander
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White Oleander |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Ball to the boy, Swiveled around the tootsie roll, Shielding the trumpets horn. Laced through knots, Trickled through each open eye, Stars fall through the cracks. The child’s white oleander skin, Creamy with innocence, Layered her sheets ever so secretly. Touched twice, Tamed by the lions growl, Cackled heard swiftly and richly. Drawn to its fiddle, Shadowed its take, Clever changed itself upon its wing. White oleander richly embraces her deepest smiles. |
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Brad Majors 
since 2001-04-03
Posts 2647Georgia |
well done |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
Tomer . . . reminded me of a dance with the devil very nice writing xxoo |
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