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Post by NightBringer (Fate's Paradox) on Nov 15, 2006 11:05:02 GMT -5
I encounter a perfect world my nature is listening come and child around in we remember freedom is believing
we fashioned innocence from dust from passion we borrow a cancer farewell old grave meet the flowers most melancholy
The hollow stranger parked at night will smile his wild cry is a hypnotic question ready or not here I come
FP/PsychedelicRose 11/15/06
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Post by waterlily07 on Nov 17, 2006 16:45:02 GMT -5
Interesting perspective in this piece. The last image of the man with his wild cry...chilling and deep. Is the man trying to forget a tormented past or does he not want to be here? Those are the questions I'm feeling. Kudos and cool write, Fate's Paradox. ~waterlily07~
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Post by Tamale Girl on Nov 21, 2006 12:20:08 GMT -5
interesting. the more I read this, the more I get from it. good job. I hope to hear more from you. -divinecomic
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Post by - Moirae - on Nov 22, 2006 22:15:52 GMT -5
i missed reading your works NB...good to see you around the boards again!
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