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Ambient Transcendence
Contributed by
Mrmcbiggums
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Monday, 29th September 2003 @ 12:05:00 PM in AEST
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oops
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The words flow like a soft breeze in the hayfields, an enveloping blanket of warm marshmallow fluff. Living, and breathing, growing, and dying. Just wanting to finish what I've started, it becomes a wounded tongue; not able to form it's intended syllables. Already it's lost, scattered in the cold wind, painted too thinly across the canvas. Now even I begin to forget how it was ever alive in the first place.
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Re: Ambient Transcendence
(User Rating: 1 ) by LovingWhispers on
Monday, 29th September 2003 @ 12:11:25 PM AEST (User
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AWESOME!! I love this :)..I too have a canvas here in front of me...empty of colours,yet I know I had something to paint..Just cant for the life of me..get it out.
This is me tonight..Thanks :)
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