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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
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ain't no room to grow no mo sometimes solace silence be ain't no room to grow no mo sometimes boxes let ya be flippin channels fit the slit drifting curling rhapsody backwash ringing bell complete feeling tingled back of hand-- curling silks of want to be twined between the finger'd play-- say, until the rafters bray open till the finger died pointing at accused she said and held it just another lie waiting to come home she tried watching gathering of fry tossing truthful bone... let me slice a lover's cross. Let me suckle suck the grave. |
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wordwizard Member
since 2003-09-08
Posts 483on the way to next world |
Sounds like a vacuum strikes the hearth after all the gifts are opened...best of holidays to you and the best for the New Year ecrivan [This message has been edited by wordwizard (12-27-2003 01:37 AM).] |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
(you really left me...) smile? ecrivan? that was the first line of part two. stay tuned for more (or less) real serenity... happy happy, e. [This message has been edited by serenity blaze (12-27-2003 02:39 AM).] |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows |
Now who is who my dark witch friend? |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
smile. I believe that might be, "now who is whom?" and the dark witch stuff? most certainly subjective. You are my buddy. |
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C? Member
since 2001-12-29
Posts 190 |
me likey you poem very nice indeed. you write good. me have good english skill me likey indeed |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
ain't no room to grow no mo sometimes solace silence be ain't no room to grow no mo sometimes boxes let ya be I may not be thinking what you're thinking here hon, but it sure suits me tonight. luv ya Luscious "I can't believe |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
I'll take the real, please. |
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