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Member since 2002 · Posted 2 Nov 2002 · Edited 3 Nov 2002 · 6 comments

The silent hesitation Of duped eyes. A pair of blue eyes In the empty space. The flute helpless without lambs The grass wet. We must all believe By the old oak The love-lorn shepherd lives.

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[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 2-Nov-02/9:23 AM Reply

THIS TITLE IS EXTREMELY OVERUSED.

[6] Frass 2-Nov-02/9:54 AM Reply

Gold of the underworld, do you mean "That the lovelorn shepherd lives"?

[6] Frass › Frass 2-Nov-02/9:54 AM Reply

Make that God of the underworld

[6] Tintagiles › Frass 5-Nov-02/11:41 AM Reply

He is no God of the underworld. He's a deformed and ugly smith.

[9] <{Baba^Yaga}> 4-Nov-02/1:15 AM Reply

the fifth line deserves a nine by itself, i enjoyed this read, because, of not only the acorn, but the sense of pan. and loveless songs to the infinite.

[3] <~> 4-Nov-02/11:23 AM Reply

these are disjointed images splattered about, with a hint cohesiveness to them. but not enough, and not pleasantly so. finish the thought. weave it together.