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Post by Lina Inverse on Mar 11, 2004 23:03:47 GMT -5
Visions of mutilation rack my brain. As I listen to you speak I wonder "am I insane?" slowly the world begins to fade away I get exquisite chills as I imagine your pain. I wallow in your cries of mercy I fixed a couple typos. Also, I'm kind of confused.... This forum is for where we write poems together (so I would write a few more lines, then another person would write a few more lines, and then you would pick it back up, etc.) and the "strong critique" board is if you want suggestions for your own poem. From what you said after posting the poem, it seemed like you'd rather have this in "strong critique," but maybe I just misinterpreted your words.
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