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Slow Encounter |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Completely told one thing as I walked on shells of stardom, Shells I gangly walked across, Systematically picking every other one. Breaching my promises for one last hoorah, I inherited a calming feel of intrusion, Something I couldn’t subdue. Kites fly as high as her angelic upbringing, But I know better then to chase, Instead layering in webs of youthful aspirations. Regretting stepping on soft willows, Cleans me without a pinch of sympathy, As I rely on my shell to console me. Her relevance to me is fiery, Calculating to my desire, I gallop like ice on her martini. Reading her is no book, Seeing little of nothing, Begins shorting myself for yet another missed hook. Reaching envious turns, I begin to take grasp of immature lines, And I confront her with ever beading eyes. Trolley me upon her wagon, I’m so close to her vulnerable wound, Slowly unfolding my eyes to see her lonely bloom. |
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Lexy Senior Member
since 2003-01-28
Posts 1038California |
Sixth stanza! or maybe the seventh..but definately the whole thing. lol  . I loved that, I don't understand why no one has responded. You have an amazing talent with words, it was vague, yet vivid, if that makes any sence at all. I tend not to..Anyhow I greatly enjoyed this piece. I gallop; like ice on her martini..loved that. I found this quite light and funny at parts. Bravo ~Lex..  [This message has been edited by Lexy (07-08-2003 10:27 PM).] |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Lex- Thanx so much for the response, happy you enjoyed it Tomer |
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