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Post by windfog on Nov 27, 2014 11:33:43 GMT -5
Love comes And Love goes. - appetite won -
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Post by LonelyForsaken on Nov 30, 2014 19:10:23 GMT -5
I think you mean lust.
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Post by windfog on Dec 1, 2014 13:51:55 GMT -5
If you insist, my friend, why not? So, I guess, you didn't see the image of this piece. W.F.
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Post by LonelyForsaken on Dec 1, 2014 15:16:52 GMT -5
I don’t see an image attached to either of your last two threads. If you mean a metaphorical image then yes, but I don’t agree that love comes and goes but lust does. I’m also a bit thrown by “Appetite won.” I’ve never had to cultivate or strive for an appetite in any way, it just is. It is akin to the fact that I have been hungry/starving since the day I was born.
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Post by twistedangel on Dec 2, 2014 6:49:46 GMT -5
eat burgers, get fat...theres more to love
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Post by Terrah_ko on Dec 3, 2014 12:43:06 GMT -5
The way this poem is set up makes a burger. Or so what is what I see. hehe. But I must say, even after I eat the burger, I am still in love ^.^
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