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Post by hantigger on Apr 16, 2004 3:22:12 GMT -5
Angels cry blood.
Mud silent,
Porcelain angel,
Dirty,
With cut off wings,
Tattered moth,
Lost,
Bleeding tears.
Never believe my wild sky
Quiet blue storm.
Fall upon gentle peace
Sailing moon.
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Post by X x K e l Z x X on Apr 16, 2004 14:37:47 GMT -5
Very powerul imagery and wording, great job!
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Post by hantigger on Apr 17, 2004 5:42:47 GMT -5
Thanks!
Hannah.
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Post by X x K e l Z x X on Apr 17, 2004 16:12:03 GMT -5
You're most welcome
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Post by bloodredtears on Apr 17, 2004 16:14:26 GMT -5
wonderfully written piece...makes me think about how when people stop believing things like this happen, angels crying blood and all that...great job!
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Post by hantigger on Apr 18, 2004 6:41:45 GMT -5
Thank you for your comments!
Hannah.
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Post by KG on Apr 18, 2004 17:04:27 GMT -5
Good imagery. A nice idea. I pull from this, the idea that, these things are falsehoods and fairy-tales. Made to be beautifull, but incapable of being what they are supposed to be. Sort of like man.
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Post by hantigger on Apr 19, 2004 3:25:54 GMT -5
Thank you, how true!
Hannah.
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