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Post by pafaniqz on Sept 14, 2007 18:02:44 GMT -5
Why he returned to the frost hotel: I made him, although it poured outside and on the window rain trickled, a river, a terrible sweat composed of her smell. His room was naked without lush blankets. Who would dare take those delicate skins?
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Post by bcoyotey on Sept 16, 2007 20:15:56 GMT -5
pafaniqz, I envy your ability to write such a descriptive and compelling piece using words from the compilation. Lady B
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Post by - Moirae - on Sept 20, 2007 13:12:41 GMT -5
this is an amazing example of creativity in Drops of Poetry!! very well done!
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Post by Muni [Pondering] on Sept 23, 2007 9:18:23 GMT -5
Wow, That is a very enviable talent. I loved the way you penned this.
Munim.
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Post by kellygreen on Sept 24, 2007 16:31:42 GMT -5
I love what you did with this one!
Excellent work.
kelly
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