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wings of the moon Member
since 2003-03-27
Posts 323Pink bubblegum land 
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Shaken, dried, (you could hear it scratching against the glass) they were picked up by the (blue) woollen jumper. The twigs of it, navy tentacles whispered past her arm. Hairs bare already as her white cotton dress sailed against the wind. To pick the petals in a bottle till the edge’s rim crisps, dark brown in the oven. You could hear them scratching inside. Mine, mine, mine, as the current of air, is Ever yours. |
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blackandwhitehorizon Member
since 2003-05-05
Posts 183an akward state of mind |
I had to read it over a few times and i'm still not completely sure that i got it but i really loved it  "love is but a song we sing and fear's the way we die" |
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PKreturns Member
since 2003-07-21
Posts 362New Orleans, LA |
You are really talented. I am amazed at you. |
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Member Patricius
since 2000-08-30
Posts 11132San Juan, Puerto Rico |
This is really good stuff. You have style, and I like that. keep writing and ill keep reading I left my wallet in El Segundo... |
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wings of the moon Member
since 2003-03-27
Posts 323Pink bubblegum land |
aww, thanks all... |
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*Alli4000*
since 2004-03-21
Posts 3188The World of Poetry |
"Shaken, dried, (you could hear it scratching against the glass) they were picked up by the (blue) woollen jumper. The twigs of it, navy tentacles" Woah...amazing poem...especially that part...you have such a talent. ~Alli~ *:.AIM = Alli4000.:* My Journal |
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Marshalzu
since 2001-02-15
Posts 2681Lurking |
Enjoyed |
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