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Post by Alex'z Death Chic on May 10, 2004 6:40:16 GMT -5
i did this for a friend.
Seeking comfort in its warmth it has come to be the fetish of your mind yearning to bask in the sight of blood an envisage of a bloodbath untainted, virgin crimson flowing like red satin through your fingers its smell so intoxicating, so provocative you can almost taste it never too sweet, never enough how odd... you wish for death yet not your own
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Post by rinna(on leave...for eternity) on May 11, 2004 0:00:58 GMT -5
wowee the imagery, the flow and the pace was perfect in this! hope your friend liked it because i think it's gold! nice work! (crazy pinay!) x rinna x
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Post by bloodredtears on May 14, 2004 17:46:00 GMT -5
another really good piece...i enjoyed it alot...great imagery...and "smell" i like when people engage more than one sense in poetry...great job!
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