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Parting at Morning

Member since 2004 · Posted 16 Sep 2004 · Edited 16 Sep 2004 · 2 comments

Water. Wavers of a rose on its surface bloom. Purple in the smokey clouds seems an altarâs plume. Nightly light and nightly shadows, shadows with no end. Calm of amber, craze of ruby round the region blend. Her nice faceâs magic changes heap their glory on all our tears and breath and kisses in the dawn! The dawn!

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[9] edpeterson 16-Sep-04/9:03 AM Reply

i like it. I would kill the rep at the end, but i can see its impact.

[n/a] Sasha 19-Sep-04/10:32 AM Reply

Thank you, dear eponymous LittleWeenis for the anonymous vote and the user vote that so clearly show my inadequacies that I was unable to see before. I know you are unable to do something of that nature simply out of anger and therefore I humbly bow to you and your bow'ls for all the good low votes you give me.

Thank you LittleWeenis, for showing me the error of my ways, you have touched my heart to song.