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My future with the fortune teller
Contributed by
sahakuty
on
Friday, 9th September 2005 @ 02:14:04 PM in AEST
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Her magic glass ball sits in front of her,
Longing to tell more fortunes.
Behind it sits the best fortune teller ever.
Her face smeared with powder
and her robe a dull purple and gold color.
She beckons and I move forward.
Hands as cold as the freezer touched me
and gently pushed me down.
Red and blue swirl as my fortune is searched
in the magic ball.
Her eyes grow wide as if trying to see,
and her face changes into a younger version.
She says out loud “You have a future fit for you.”
Then magically I am back outside the tent.
I look back the tent has vanished and I am at home.
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2005-09-09 14:14:04]
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Re: My future with the fortune teller
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by Former_Member on
Friday, 9th September 2005 @ 06:48:44 PM AEST
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| Interesting write. Great imagery. Nice work. |
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Re: My future with the fortune teller
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by remote on
Saturday, 10th September 2005 @ 08:45:25 AM AEST
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"Her magic glass ball sits in front of her,
Longing to tell more fortunes.
Behind it sits the best fortune teller ever."
Those three lines breaks the movement of imagery, you could do well to start like
"A magic chrystal ball sits in front
Longing to tell me more forutnes.
Behind it sits the best fortune teller ever."
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