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Cotton Dreams
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Cotton Dreams |
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Pilgrimage Member Elite
since 2001-12-04
Posts 3945Texas, USA |
Cotton Dreams Spitting blood, again. His ears throb as if filled with a moon-bound sea. His body drags- an anchor to this shore. Some night, 'mid soaked and clammy sheets he'll cut the line and sail into the wind. But for this day he's spitting blood again. Nan (Pilgrim variety) |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
Interesting variety. I liked the dragging anchor in counter reference to the cutting of the line. |
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Pilgrimage Member Elite
since 2001-12-04
Posts 3945Texas, USA |
Thanks, Blues. Nan (Pilgrim variety) |
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Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia |
Nan, you're TBing me. I like it. Kethry Here in the midst of my lonely abyss, a single joy I find...your presence in my mind. Unknown |
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Pilgrimage Member Elite
since 2001-12-04
Posts 3945Texas, USA |
Ha-thanks, Keth. Nan (Pilgrim variety) |
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