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appropriation

Member since 2001 · Posted 16 Mar 2002 · 4 comments

a comment dashed against the rocks of my mind spreads into waves that reverbrate into words that aren't words that were in the comment and a new idea dawns rising slowly over the ruins of the old cityline of ideas a winged creature rising from the ashes of itself to itself through itself and creating a new being gently suspended in the air

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A favorite of nentwined.

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[7] anonymous 9-Sep-01/2:27 PM Reply

i loved the cadance, very lulling. it draws one into your world. i applaud you.

[0] horus8 16-Jul-02/3:47 PM Reply

Phoenix gets really hot this time of year. when River died, I died.

[9] LilMsLadyPoet 11-Jul-05/9:17 AM Reply

Truly...what do we have that is really our own? Do we not all feast upon tidbits and morseld, ingest it all, until it all mingles and becomes part of who we are...and then purge ourselves of it all upon the page?
gave it a 9.

[n/a] Jill Stockinger 21-Dec-20/6:40 PM Reply

lovely!