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Contributed by
artostuff
on
Sunday, 22nd August 2004 @ 04:57:45 AM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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a Thorn caught
my eye, to keep
me here, to
read the
insects that
crawl the spine,
count them off
your hand as
lemmings,
seconds falling
to the ashen pan
to spin a yarn for
the one that sets
us free.
Take a look if you can,
take a look at the ashen
pan, pregnated to a box,
born in a elasticated second
buried again in the ashen pan.
Copyright ©
artostuff
... [
2004-08-22 04:57:45]
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Re: no title
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by Dizza_13 on
Sunday, 22nd August 2004 @ 05:27:00 AM AEST
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good write. Great imagery
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Re: no title
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by venkat on
Monday, 23rd August 2004 @ 04:29:42 AM AEST
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| well spun and well woven. ..venkat |
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Re: no title
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by Mihiri on
Monday, 11th October 2004 @ 10:44:27 AM AEST
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Well done. Keep it up,
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