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Created on 4-16-07
Her mouth a gentle chaste-flower blooms,
The moment unresponsive at first gives a tear in hope it was not mistaken,
Time slackens like breathlessness, an eerie ecstasy for the novice,
Upon receiving and puzzled what to do, it wears itself with pride,
Though with an awkward step and later comforted in familiarity.
The rouge of tomorrow is already staining the cheeks of today in anticipation.
Please Login to post comments| On May 7th 2007 goldfishmurder Said : | |
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Nice. Mad props! |
| On May 2nd 2007 blutess Said : | |
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really good with the words. i like it. |
| On April 24th 2007 arahmazing Said : | |
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This is an amazing poem, you have a lot of talent. |
| On April 23rd 2007 ausjo Said : | |
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Some nice metaphors and personification here. |
| On April 17th 2007 SoulRevival18 Said : | |
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this is really quite something! great work! |
| On April 17th 2007 cloudybird Said : | |
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I love it! Have you thought about publishing your work? |
| On April 17th 2007 knowlyfe Said : | |
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wow, "an eerie ecstasy for the novice, " sounds like a quote... brilliant piece.
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