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11-09-2008, 09:37 AM
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Overflowing
Sometimes the heart does not know
the secret to its own longevity, as though some compelling force feeds on through the glued up cracks, wrinkles far outworn in use, no mask to enfold a fragile self, And all I can feel or think or do or say is to weep a quiet rain of fear turning thoughts outside myself flooding the streets with love. Last edited by Eadha Deora; 11-09-2008 at 09:47 AM. 
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11-09-2008, 10:12 AM
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Re: Overflowing
It’s never a surprise that I’m left always with a dropped jaw after reading a post or two of yours.
The elegance…Terrific! The imagery…Superlative! You manage continuously to convey such delicacies of the human condition. I rate 5/5!
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12-09-2008, 10:15 AM
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Re: Overflowing
Wow.
Damned fine. Essentially the same as 5/5. Just beautiful, hun.
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13-09-2008, 12:02 PM
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Re: Overflowing
Wow. That was something else! The images were soft and easy, but the impact was harsh. Very, very good!
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