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Post by Pez on May 14, 2009 0:09:23 GMT -6
I gave it all away that night, Words enflamed by hotel light. as crystals christen New Year's chimes, I sat content.
Subservience, so often lent foundations to establishment of half-jokes in the form of "rent" I sit confused.
The prospects often reign obtuse enveloped as soft chartreuse, locks imprison, bare masseuse I hold my breath.
Lost in seas of unknown depth, surrounding suns of light bereft. conspicuously healed by theft, I stare amazed.
Inside the brief controlling haze passion sparked within the gaze consumes the moment in a blaze I lost the fight.
I gave it all away that night, Words now lost in sunbathed light return, in turn, with cobalt nights quiet they'll stay yet.
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Post by That One Girl on May 22, 2009 21:29:30 GMT -6
The last line bothers me. . . too many syllables. . . sorry. I really like everything else. It's really amazing how you make writing so seemingly effortless. You lucky duck. . . you. (:
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