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Post by anirbas on May 15, 2007 20:35:03 GMT -6
I poem because my brain is stress fried;
because I've lost when I tried...
I poem because to do so gives me pause
to think of other things besides this monster
glaring over my shoulder with blood tipped claws...
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Post by wistfuldragon on May 16, 2007 10:25:44 GMT -6
WOW!...gifted and delivered with power...
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Post by brandnewmessiah on May 17, 2007 7:51:46 GMT -6
writing to release the pressures of a life in monstrosity. Nice work Anir! ~ BNM
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Post by anirbas on May 17, 2007 20:03:13 GMT -6
Thanks, Mish and Messiah. Nir.
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Post by vixen on May 18, 2007 10:35:21 GMT -6
I have ssen the monster
who follows
as I look over my shoulder.
He is nothing but
the fright that lives with-in me.
Great job sweetie. Always Vixen
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Post by anirbas on May 20, 2007 21:25:52 GMT -6
Yes, that is another type of monster--fear...
Hate it when that bugger draws near, too...
Thanks for sharing a Vixgem of a poem, here...
And mi amiga, for great comment I also thank you...Nir.
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