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why. . .
Contributed by
elle
on
Wednesday, 29th April 2009 @ 06:44:35 PM in AEST
Topic:
FriendshipPoetry
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. . . not the garden I imagined.
I've become tangled
so many times,
in vines so bittersweet
not wanting to loose myself. . .
daydreaming. . .
about the infancy of everything. . .
Copyright ©
elle
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2009-04-29 18:44:35]
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Re: why. . .
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by Jenni_K on
Wednesday, 29th April 2009 @ 06:58:47 PM AEST
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Simply beautiful... So much can be read into these few words....
Well done, Elle...
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Re: why. . .
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by deadwriter on
Wednesday, 29th April 2009 @ 07:27:41 PM AEST
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Great write Elle.
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Re: why. . .
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by Former_Member on
Wednesday, 6th May 2009 @ 07:15:49 AM AEST
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wow, elle, you've said so much with so few words. I just get lost
inside this. And I relate OH so well. Maybe too well. The last line
is perfect. Absolutely so! Interesting title.
This is brilliant. And that is a word I've not used in a while.
Truly.
~ Breezy
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