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Published: 2004-02-03 12:41:11 +0000 UTC; Views: 86; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 28
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Who’d believe I’d forgetIn all these evening calls
About everything that happened.
That I’d wash my skin clean
That I’d find a new place to sit
And new memories to watch
That I’d lay you to rest
My old love
No longer
My fever of the skin
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Comments: 5
pachunka [2004-02-16 15:29:53 +0000 UTC]
That bloody rules- can't believe I nearly missed it. :j Great stuff.
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orangetot In reply to pachunka [2004-02-16 15:33:08 +0000 UTC]
By the way, what do you think of the 1st, 2nd and 3rd as a trilogy? is it cohesive (sp?) enough, or should i treat them seperately? i ask you coz you are great, this we know
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orangetot In reply to pachunka [2004-02-16 15:31:03 +0000 UTC]
Too good to me, you know that?
True closure does indeed rule though - not the poem, the feeling
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ChibiBubblegum [2004-02-03 17:22:06 +0000 UTC]
nice calm after the storm effect,
I enjoy the extreme personal touch employed in this
and the simplicty, and the reflectivness
very well done
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orangetot In reply to ChibiBubblegum [2004-02-03 17:48:59 +0000 UTC]
Thanks
When i wrote Tasteless Closure, one commenter said they hoped one day i could have true closure. at the time i couldnt see how that could happen...but i guess it did.
So yes, very calm after a crappy storm. I'm glad i manage to put a little bit of myself into these poems - i'm learning not to hold back so much i think.
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