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cold reflection
disjointed and turned black dust and lost shimmering in the crevice shiny sharp and pointed for even years or even tears the apex of significance then tumult then turned from the lofty yearned and desires as fires flamed and in fans drift past auburn past rifts and rumbling for roar in the dusty bowl of yore the tiny figurines mute in metastasis the read the verse or even worse dotted the blue expanse and dirty smoking trails fell for head for long for so this eager rupture then show and up and stand that final hand for brusque applaud for in for glint and wrapped and tied for certain find and left and bereft befuddled then there were stragglers among far outreaching there were eminent specks that in the shiny dust of speckled motes danced in the sun beams and all until the edge of night fell across the scene |
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Edited by
Bi_CurizGrl
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Wed 05/20/09 01:04 PM
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wow...you ever heard of "I Never Promised You A Rose Garden"? It's a book and a movie, both of which I have...you write like the main character in it...absolutely eloquent...
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wow that's good!
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Wonderful! Lovely to see you posting again!
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Very Cool Write..
 
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cold reflection disjointed and turned black dust and lost shimmering in the crevice shiny sharp and pointed for even years or even tears the apex of significance then tumult then turned from the lofty yearned and desires as fires flamed and in fans drift past auburn past rifts and rumbling for roar in the dusty bowl of yore the tiny figurines mute in metastasis the read the verse or even worse dotted the blue expanse and dirty smoking trails fell for head for long for so this eager rupture then show and up and stand that final hand for brusque applaud for in for glint and wrapped and tied for certain find and left and bereft befuddled then there were stragglers among far outreaching there were eminent specks that in the shiny dust of speckled motes danced in the sun beams and all until the edge of night fell across the scene even hope gifts a glint. |
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Poignant ....good job tb!
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