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Post by Aish on Mar 9, 2016 5:39:36 GMT -5
speak to me of the storm. tell me in your velvet rasp of chaos, my tongue the blade as coiled flesh collides; sacred motion an invocation penetrating the carbon of xibulba.
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Post by LonelyForsaken on Mar 9, 2016 12:45:51 GMT -5
Hmmmm. I’m not sure what to make of this. I love the way you started out with the whole sensuous and violent mouth thing (A kiss?) but in the middle of invoking this sacred ritual I find myself in hell. Oh… wait… I just got it. LMAO!
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Post by LonelyForsaken on Mar 18, 2016 5:48:58 GMT -5
"speak to me of the storm."
What do you think of;
"speak storms to me."
I'm not sure you need "an" in L7.
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Post by LonelyForsaken on Mar 19, 2016 17:47:45 GMT -5
Clever tittle too. Getting down to the hard part.
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