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Nov 16, 2010 2:37:22 GMT -5
Post by holynapkin on Nov 16, 2010 2:37:22 GMT -5
Beneath every blanket, above imminent fears, myth pretends to fake it, behind endless tears.
Rave over their freak theater; wood crawls inside my crisp face. Dip into the grave mixture, your coughs develop stiff pace.
This satire is an orchestra; he planned it in ritual, throughout a spoof agenda. Autumn leaves collected.
Bitten kisses won't succeed, unlike love when triumph suffers. She multiplies then proceeds; near me sabotage ventures.
Beside mountain bays, October breezes puzzle; resemblance is stamped. Questioning boundary risks.
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Nov 16, 2010 18:56:12 GMT -5
Post by Astarael ~ Enduring on Nov 16, 2010 18:56:12 GMT -5
Wow, this is quite a long drops piece and it has so much in it, I loved the second-last stanza and the third-last stanza also brilliant. I am incredibly impressed.
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Feb 21, 2011 22:02:00 GMT -5
Post by inflames on Feb 21, 2011 22:02:00 GMT -5
Wow, I love how formulated this is and you really got some length! Great drop.
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Feb 22, 2011 3:37:59 GMT -5
Post by oursummertrees. on Feb 22, 2011 3:37:59 GMT -5
Amazing drops - I can never last this long!! Well done!
-Trees
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