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Post by Aish on Aug 12, 2005 11:48:44 GMT -5
SSSHHhhhhhh... come in, behind the locks and chains I throw, and guard against the onslaught of Thursday night -
I define, and redefine, and crack again my persistance: resistant.
No grace or apologies for who I am...
sepia selections come at me, breathing, deeply...
of the shallows and willows, bowing of where I stand.
I still belong to the burning fire. I still die, and glow, and explore -
caught up in the arms and experience of the bottom of dripping honey.
Words, my words - just glass and shadow: Diaz and Divinity.
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Post by _black phoenix_ on Aug 12, 2005 13:34:21 GMT -5
i love this begining.. sucked me in right away. the tone of voice(writing?) is excellent.. its somehow a different mood/vibe than what most people use in writing. does that make sense? i feel more connected to the writer.. as if you are letting only one or two overhear/see whats going on. wow.. i really cant express myself clearly today.
can you give me a hint as to what this part means..? i have an idea, but want to be sure.
beautiful flow and word choice. excellent end, chrys.
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Post by Aish on Aug 13, 2005 14:04:35 GMT -5
I changed it to "sepia selections" - any better? I will explain the imagry to you in a PM...
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littlewhipmaker
Demon Disciple
Who understands pleasure, without a little pain...
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Post by littlewhipmaker on Sept 24, 2005 17:04:50 GMT -5
Incredibly sensual!!! This seems almost like two lovers who are not supposed to be together...yet against all rules and all odds...they are. Diaz ? Not so subtle
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rezel
Dark Initiate
Lacrimarum
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Post by rezel on Sept 26, 2005 6:34:56 GMT -5
I like the imageries [those I understood], but this nice piece escapes me in its meaning and "very personal" references perhaps? like why Thursday? lol Can you possibly shed more light on this piece please in a PM if you like prefer hehe.
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