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Demise of Flames |
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Zyell Member
since 2000-07-28
Posts 121USA |
It's overdue, this rhythm distorted, I have become conversations and dissertations and much too much to caress. I'll write, in a poignant book of memoir, remembering the year we dressed in black. Was it a sham this liaison, rearranging the way young grows old? Peculiar, these emotions housed in bodies that meta force uncommon dialogue, seeds of deterioration, each keeping score. I wonder what is it the prostitute feels, is it different than this stone cold tears etching cheek bones, lying in A demise of flames "I am an abstract of Circles" |
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Chanson Senior Member
since 2000-08-19
Posts 1559Up Creek w/Out Paddle |
I have become conversations and dissertations and much too much to caress..... This is captivating, Zyell. Enjoyed the very good read! ...chanson~ Music, tonal clear & pure, Caresses the harshest of curves. -me, Song of Gesture |
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Zyell Member
since 2000-07-28
Posts 121USA |
thank you friend, *S* Z |
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shadydaze Member
since 2000-10-02
Posts 85 |
completely captivating, drawing me to the very depths of insanity... the true origin of such intellectual relativity. shadydazeshadydazeshadydazeshadydazeshadydaze |
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Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia |
Zyell, it goes round and round and back to the beginning. How do you do that...very well I suspect. Kethry "It is the image in the mind that links us to lost treasures; but it is the loss that shapes the image, gathers the flowers weaves the garland."- |
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silentsky Member
since 2000-08-09
Posts 114 |
this flows beautifully. but beyond that i love the ideas put forth in this. and the reference to the way prostitutes feel in comparisan. i love this. shira |
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Jannel Member
since 2000-01-18
Posts 492Muncie, IN, USA |
this is the first post of yours that i have had the pleasure of reading, but i loved it. what really caught me was the lines "I'll write, in a poignant book of memoir, remembering the year we dressed in black." you said everything that needed to be said, and now i'm gushing, so i must go. jann elizabeth Don't take any wooden nickels When you sell your soul Devil lover, time awaits you Now the party's over You're on your own -the eels |
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Jannel Member
since 2000-01-18
Posts 492Muncie, IN, USA |
[This message has been edited by Jannel (edited 10-02-2000).] |
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