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Post by haggardlilelf on Jun 30, 2004 18:19:36 GMT -5
She led him into her room made of stars, And he followed without question. He thought their love would be purified. She shelterd these thoughts in her loving facade. A love to him as brilliant as gold, The tortuous hold she had on his soul Did not erode his spirit. Make a wish and cast it into the turquoise sea. See how it glitters as it dances in the cold dark sun While its false hope rings bitterly in his ear.
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Post by amelie on Jul 11, 2004 21:13:11 GMT -5
some very good imagery here, well done
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Post by Mikepoet on Jul 23, 2004 0:07:08 GMT -5
Good poem.
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