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On the Theme of Melted Pianos (Free verse) by embersandenvelopes

When the pianos melt and drip like wet and lanquid sugar; It is the simplicity of the sound now emerging as words now housing lips that were also once dreams that is the first shiver of sweet caress to show you that through selected death there is always the trancendence of rebirth.

Shuushin 11-Apr-04/4:09 AM
Thats the trick - start with the prepositions and conjunctions; the little words that add little value.

Not saying you don't need some, but its a good place to start in general.

Try deleting every word under three letters then putting them back where absolutely needed.




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