molded like a crayon tub

Dec 21, 2004 01:25

There is a seemingly and mechanical void, pollution, and a punching raising noise beyond the collected various childrens' poise. They finance boundless effort not to sound too copied or varied when making large symbols with your prize; but they are uncertain of their truth, and they fall in and out, and they flow in and out, and they falter, waver ( Read more... )

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crawlintwoel December 21 2004, 07:12:42 UTC
I love this.

Your poetry is so good Amalia, I think it is so absolutely aw-inspiring.

I see alot of metaphoric/analytical/symbolic meanings in it, that come through from the genius of your subconscious self more fluidly then most. Please write more poetry, it's too good not to.

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crawlintwoel February 21 2005, 19:48:53 UTC
So intimate are...
can I be that too me...

Know in your same way, the mirror
seas of emotion. So,
true...
and if I could make
a wish upon that
dissolving
place,

I wouldn't know what to do
I didn't, and won't until
I do.

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