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Post by lostsoul11 on Apr 18, 2008 2:57:14 GMT -5
Ever wondering the fields of tommorow, wondering when I will find the hand which feeds me lies. the spring; the sprout of the rose the gouge in my soul, the thorn lies burried deep within.
Fall is my season.
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Post by brainkisser on Apr 28, 2008 23:50:56 GMT -5
i think its beautiful probably just cuz i feel strongly for autumn. still i think its nice that you can present your message in a few lines
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Post by _black phoenix_ on Jul 2, 2008 10:57:28 GMT -5
Wondering = Wandering
Should have some punctuation between "the sprout of the rose" and "the gouge in my soul."
The short, yet strong lines in this piece have me fully engaged. You capture so much with so few words, and yet.. I feel like something is lacking..
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