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Post by Queen of Rain on Apr 3, 2005 6:48:27 GMT -8
The marks of an angel landing In the dusty morning light On that empty beach a quiet morning You’re an angel on earth Very fallen
Drawn to you Curious enchanted What happens when that rope is put Around the neck, a little tighter? And the swing stops slowly Stillborn
So I want to go there To you Your vampire teeth Satin sheets Come angels protect me From my innermost feelings For fallen angel
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Post by ScarletMornings on Apr 3, 2005 9:25:54 GMT -8
Wow. Like, totally wow. I loved that poem. it was so. . . something. but it was just amazing. I loved some of the lines in it, and it had such amazing imagery and good word choice. there's nothing i would change. it was amazing.
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Post by ScarletMornings on Apr 3, 2005 9:31:35 GMT -8
hmmm. i said amazing a lot in retrospect. but it was. and i don't think i properly conveyed my adoration for this poem. i LOVED it. sooo much. soo good. so fantastical, and just neat-o!!! wow.
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Post by Queen of Rain on Apr 3, 2005 9:34:42 GMT -8
i fell very flattered by your admiration, thank you..
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Post by ScarletMornings on Apr 3, 2005 9:35:39 GMT -8
no, thank you!!!
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Post by Queen of Rain on Apr 7, 2005 8:54:58 GMT -8
should I retitle it??? I feel that I want to emphasise the child strangled by swing more, shoudl it perhapås be called something with playfround or park??
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