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Untitled (Free verse) by Imago I felt the air turn solid
I was dissolving in it
soon I was merely a wisper
But upon these eyes
that can't be seen
fell the living sonnet
and all the hosts
of joy and dispare
Up the ladder:
A Cacodemon's Sermon [Revised Edition]
Down the ladder:
parlor games
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Posted: October 25, 2004 2:11 AM PDT; Last modified: October 25, 2004 2:11 AM PDTWeighted score: 4.9525743 Overall Rank: 8777 Comments:
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25-Oct-04/10:42 AM
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I think I should lose the (in it) of line 2. Seems unnecessary.
Two misspelled words and too broad. Needs specifics.
I agree. It needs finished. It needs the sonnet. But that ain't done yet.
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