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Post by aiden on Sept 28, 2005 21:09:58 GMT
Essays On Love
His heart is enclosed in a burgundy book The edges torn, the binding gone It reminds me of him
His mind is drifting in the strong wind Not finding a certain direction It reminds me of him
His body is sitting on a wooden chair Cracked, Wobbly, Worn It reminds me of him
His mouth is closed tight with a grip Nothing escapes, words are sealed It reminds me of him
His fingers move with a certain grace Fluid motion, an odd hold It reminds me of him
His foot taps to a subtle beat Quiet, soft, touching It reminds me of him
His ears attract unusual sounds Sounds that are unnoticed It reminds me of him
His face shows no emotion and great emotion Mixed like the world, colorful, unique, different It reminds me of him
poems don't always have to rhyme.
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Post by DCOTN on Sept 29, 2005 18:59:50 GMT
I still think you should permanently join us, dude... its only like two people who acutally post poems, it's mostly just old friends xD
and i told ree, and she's posting this on our main site ^_^
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Post by LightintheDark06 on Sept 29, 2005 19:17:38 GMT
I wuv you. <3
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Post by aiden on Sept 29, 2005 20:13:44 GMT
that's cool.
what's the link to the main site again? i only have the message board link...
i made an account on the message board. i'm waiting for the maintenence thing to go down so i can log in.
and thanks for the replies.
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Post by DCOTN on Sept 30, 2005 18:43:37 GMT
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Post by Erin on Oct 1, 2005 3:34:53 GMT
I go to the main site!!
and <33333333333 the poem I <333333333333333333333333.....
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