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Post by Sathien on Mar 23, 2004 16:08:40 GMT -5
Trying for a Vision
she pressed her cheek on the wooden planks and tried to see the light beneath the closed door her eyes big and searching and searching and squinting and shutting
hard
ink blots on the ground that swallowed all the light and she couldn't accept it so she pressed her cheek
harder
on the cold wooden floor and forced the thought of warm hands soothing and soothing and caring and cuddling
soft
pools of fresh water that reflected all the light that she could accept so she curled up and smiled
softer
on the same wooden floor where she blocked the thoughts of darkness of stones of the cold
rocking back and forth
hard and soft
harder and softer
feeding herself her light, her lie.
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Post by bloodredtears on Mar 23, 2004 17:45:19 GMT -5
wow...wonderful style in this one...i really enjoyed that few lines that repeated, it gave a good effect to the whole piece..great job sathien!
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Post by Deleted on Mar 25, 2004 15:58:02 GMT -5
To me it was a tad bit emotional - not teary-eyed stuff or anything, but, yeah, depressing. Great job.
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Post by X x K e l Z x X on Mar 27, 2004 13:07:25 GMT -5
Very good, I loved the format, good job!
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Post by SilverEyes on Apr 4, 2004 2:39:24 GMT -5
I like the format of this and the description of the wooden floor. I know just how hard wooden floors are and how cold. Reading this just made me feeling the physical sensation of lying with my cheek touching a cold floor.
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