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Post by mercywraith on Feb 18, 2006 23:49:36 GMT -5
First sunlight into the naked mind is Often anguish, It stings our secrets' eyes. Dreams battle me in my resolve, My Tiny little secret... Your smiles echo and linger, Dancing like a wind blown willow tree, Enchanting me in the depths of me, Shadows here are evident, Haunted emotions plauge upon us This symbiotic bliss, I draw back and sigh, Raising my spirits arm to Wipe my empotional slate Silently clean.
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Post by waterlily07 on Feb 20, 2006 17:17:30 GMT -5
I like this piece, mercywraith. The ending was cool. Well done. By the way, you might want to check your spelling for several words here.
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Post by mercywraith on Feb 20, 2006 23:23:24 GMT -5
Thanks for the feedback! It does flow a lot better with the typos corrected, doesnt it? ;-)
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Post by - Moirae - on Jul 9, 2006 12:26:05 GMT -5
that was a beautiful line...great work here
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