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Post by quilleh on Jan 27, 2005 15:42:15 GMT -8
UNTITLED Under Construction
The ceiling paint peels- My cracking recollections, Of your timeless existence. Against my pillow rustles, The piecing of your days, You left me here to die, One my own again, Just when I considered, “There’s something here worthwhile.”<br>You leave me with remorse. The emptiness is here, Flaking away at the roof overhead.
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Post by ScarletMornings on Jan 27, 2005 15:53:47 GMT -8
*blinks* what do you need help with? that kicks the butt right there of anything i have. if you want my opinion, you could leave it like that and it would rock on to infinite. Amazing job. so far, i guess.
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Post by quilleh on Jan 27, 2005 15:59:23 GMT -8
Aww; so nice! Thanks, but your work is very good also. I enjoy reading it, and in fact, I'm off to right...about, now.
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Post by ScarletMornings on Jan 27, 2005 16:03:29 GMT -8
well, thank you.
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Post by quilleh on Jan 27, 2005 18:11:15 GMT -8
Aww, nu problem.
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Post by ScarletMornings on Jan 27, 2005 19:25:32 GMT -8
I love the word awww.
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