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    HB Forum Owner parch's Avatar
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    amazing...best you've written in a while
    "most curious"
    killer ending line
    good flow
    i like this cause you weren't just showing off with words..you were using them

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    it's amazing what one can see when it's pryed open by pain, regret and suffering. It's something you don't always want to see, but you see it much more clear and everything is easily defined. The images are that more pure, that more felt, in your mind and in your eyes...how you can't, but you want..to reach out, to feel and grasp the unknown...let out in a world because of your own actions and you want to stop it all ...where one moment you can feel great about life and the next feel miserable...where you try and put it aside, whatever significant happened, and try and feel something else, but after feeling and wanting that "else" you always come back....I will forever be in your comparsion.


    [This message has been edited by machinery (edited February 24, 2001).]

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    her hair shines a different tuesday
    how her eyes are outlined in black, shaping the white.
    Her lips hug around the pen that she writes with.

    What would it feel like to graze those tips..to be enlocked in those hands?
    are her palms soft? would one of her fingers rub against the edge of mine?

    How I tremble...
    She's just five feet away...

    seems relaxed, feet propped, the left foot over the right.
    black boots, hard rubber soles.

    those dark blue jeans escape tightly down her form, down her thighs and over her boots.

    Still without a name,
    my eyes pound at her sight
    my mind filters through more names...
    but as for now, I will call her
    most curious...

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