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Lachrymalia (Lyric) by Lain There are ruins deep inside me
Of what I can't become,
That fire in your
eyes
Like the fire of the sun.
Darker than my passion,
Darker than my
lust,
I feel you burn inside me
Like a fever from your touch.
You're the
phoenix of my ashes,
This renaissance of dust.
I cannot breathe without
this,
But it hurts you just as much.
Up the ladder:
Common ground.
Down the ladder:
At The Gas Station
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Arithmetic Mean: 5.8
Posted: March 16, 2002 1:15 AM PST; Last modified: March 16, 2002 1:15 AM PSTWeighted score: 5.799995 Overall Rank: 1701 Comments:
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21-Jun-01/11:40 PM
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I love the flow in this; beautiful :)
10 points just for the title!
(I was beginning to think us big-worders were a dying species)
^ Yeah, good point!!! Using big words shows that we're more intelligent than other people!!!!!
No, it shows your an arrogant twat with poor communication skills.
What does Lacrymalia mean? Something to do with tear ducts? An explanation would help clarify. Very nice imagery, but a bit vague.
I'm not a fan of rhymn. i am a fan of -this renaissance of dust. don't you think the title too clinical for this piece?
You have a good flow and i like the way you used the phoenix
This poem is all over the place. A "renaissance of dust", if you will? 7.
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