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5/13/2005 9:59 pmLast Read: |
place me and my cracked china in your warm hands and blow me kisses that once swirled in my pitch-black blood hold me close and stir me counter-clockwise slowly but with the same intensity to remind me of the heat that once defined my sultry being. |
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5/14/2005 3:12 am |
Ummm you're not May sy luna are you?..I like that writer... ...you write as good...Keep writing...
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5/14/2005 4:03 pm |
Thank you Terry.... and no I am not May Sy Luna... lol peace out!
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5/15/2005 8:45 am |
nice job drunkin.you make one of my least favorite things sound pasionate and beautiful.i adore your writing talent and look forward to reading more daily.
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5/17/2005 4:26 pm |
It's just it's so hard to come up with that kind of poem... freakin hard... it's swallowing my brain... argh!!!!!
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5/30/2005 8:16 pm |
wow! i can't believe you're really passing this poem off as your original work (this and a lot more other stuff that you've posted on your blog)! this is really disappointing... tsk tsk tsk!
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