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Post by rinna(on leave...for eternity) on Oct 19, 2004 1:07:38 GMT -5
Furrowed brow glistening He tries desperately to scribe the torrential flood of his emotion
Solitary shadow, unmoving save for the furious flicks, the dots and dashes tending to a newborn Score
Finding beauty in the cracks of his ancient windowsill And overwhelming sorrow In a blazing starburst night
An occult choir sings for the destitute and damned Undeterred, he writes on Writes himself away
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Post by X x K e l Z x X on Oct 19, 2004 17:10:40 GMT -5
I love this rinna, this is great, keep up the nice work. It has great imagery.
Kelz
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Post by rinna(on leave...for eternity) on Oct 21, 2004 5:55:25 GMT -5
Thanks very much, Kelly. rinna
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Post by T.J. Barber on Oct 21, 2004 19:07:16 GMT -5
Aye love, indeed it is an inspirationally beautiful piece that I enjoyed reading very much. I look forward to reading more from you like this one....Great job,
Tj
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Post by rinna(on leave...for eternity) on Oct 21, 2004 19:21:06 GMT -5
Thanks, Tj. The muse has been running dry for a while, I'm glad I waited for this to come through. rinna
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