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Post by liquidpromise on Oct 2, 2006 4:21:39 GMT -6
There are too many variables in life A mathematician’s dream Too many obscurities Leaving the one to be unseen
The words ‘I love you’ Are merely a heart’s comfort food Once the plate is empty, stifles the obvious Again she is completely misunderstood
Like pieces of a puzzle She eventually stands apart Putting the pieces together And gripping at one to play his part
A major role for this drama queen Revealing a posture of attack All she ever really needed Was for that one, to love her back
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Post by Juan Castrocafe on Oct 2, 2006 10:36:02 GMT -6
to grab grains of sand in a windstorm, to enter all the things that might and might not be... the only conception of this moment, is at once the skeptic, at once the hopeful, possibly....
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Post by anirbas on Oct 2, 2006 10:47:30 GMT -6
*WHAM* *SLITHHHH* [there go those sounds again...me, slamming the wall and sliding down, thanks to your powerful poeming, Lauren] thank you for sharing...it is beautiful... and nice follow-up, Jam! the both of you...GOT MORE? Nir.
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Post by dawness on Oct 4, 2006 12:26:49 GMT -6
totally rich in texture and visual language... i like!
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Post by liquidpromise on Oct 6, 2006 22:01:10 GMT -6
*Smiles~
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