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| Open Poetry #30 |
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LiquidMidnight Member
since 2003-09-24
Posts 50 |
Crown Sip on the drunkeness that befalls an unfinished thought A thought that lingers upon her evening sillohette Scattered somewhere between the taste of black Her milky being, projected in randon expression Expression for fallen balance and mysterious midnight Behind seven tongues in the twin cities of Azreal For the artist's empires Hiding in her cool jazz She is the aesthetic Yet also the reasoning of [This message has been edited by LiquidMidnight (01-18-2004 04:05 PM).] |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
The taste of black brought sadness to an otherwise honoring tribute...as if a bad taste was left in the mouth. Something stated that lingered misunderstood or crossed. Excellent metaphor and well written piece. ThisDiamond |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
Brava, brava!  |
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1slick_lady Member Ascendant
since 2000-12-22
Posts 6088standing on a shadow's lace |
i like this...to me...it reads like...a love poem...but what do i know?...h |
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