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in the eye of the stone dragon:

Member since 2001 · Posted 16 Mar 2002 · 5 comments

leathery flap of wing beats against my heart give to me a halo of stars circle my head in a crown of sorrow bleed me of my soul o' harrowed one bite, and taste bitter of me are you able? are you capable? are you worthy of want? breathe in the fire of pained desire lick my wounds with your salted tongue make me feel real while you kill my soul

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[4] nentwined 16-Mar-02/1:21 AM Reply

capable stumbles after able ... both by syllable and ... what is the difference twixt cap(able)? Overall, this has a stronger impression on me. Though somehow several lines seem cliche, they all twine together beautifully.

[5] anonymous 4-Apr-02/1:04 PM Reply

rend that cloth... better a body that's sensitized... i get you, now just turn it into a poem

[5] anonymous 8-May-02/6:51 AM Reply

wow

[7] Roisin 20-Jul-02/4:07 AM Reply

Moving and raw.

[4] god'swife 3-Sep-02/8:16 AM Reply

Well this is erotic but the salted tongue thing is too comical.