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Nov 21, 2005 9:09:02 GMT -8
Post by Ramona on Nov 21, 2005 9:09:02 GMT -8
Something inspired by a single phrase. ----- Don't tell me that. You know I never could stand it. Even when I did like you, I didn't like your mind. Does that make any sense?
You're making too much sense, and I don't like it.
Too much truth for me to handle now. Tell me later, when I'm ready to ignore you. Right now I have my guard down.
You're making too much sense, and I don't like it.
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Nov 21, 2005 15:50:33 GMT -8
Post by ScarletMornings on Nov 21, 2005 15:50:33 GMT -8
I like it. I like it a lot. It is short and to the point. Yet, it gives the impression of saying much more with much less. I love your diction and your phrases. I think this is also a poem you can relate to. I adore it, personally.
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Nov 22, 2005 8:52:06 GMT -8
Post by Ramona on Nov 22, 2005 8:52:06 GMT -8
Thanks. Is it just me or does it seem like more of a prose piece than a poem?
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Nov 22, 2005 15:36:39 GMT -8
Post by ScarletMornings on Nov 22, 2005 15:36:39 GMT -8
naw, i think it seems more of a poetic form to me, but who knows?
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Nov 25, 2005 15:16:18 GMT -8
Post by cry,crayola. on Nov 25, 2005 15:16:18 GMT -8
i think it's poetic too. i really like it......... like a lot. the thought of making too much sence is relateable (is that a word? it is now)
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