
4/26/2005 c1 clairvaux
I don't know if it was supposed to but the poem made me smile. Very nice. I like the word diction. Fav author!
BTW...a sneak preview of my fourth chapter update on Army of Angels...
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These are our guardian angels
Now their bruised and delicate hands
Are clinging to us as their tears wet our unfeeling flesh
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.:.Diffidence.:.
I don't know if it was supposed to but the poem made me smile. Very nice. I like the word diction. Fav author!
BTW...a sneak preview of my fourth chapter update on Army of Angels...
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These are our guardian angels
Now their bruised and delicate hands
Are clinging to us as their tears wet our unfeeling flesh
- - -
.:.Diffidence.:.
3/4/2005 c1 yoda
really good and creative work it is.
really good and creative work it is.
2/28/2005 c1
3evilmonkey2007
wow. how can u take something as simple as a house and turn it into something that has so much detail and story to it. very good job. ~cheers, amie~

wow. how can u take something as simple as a house and turn it into something that has so much detail and story to it. very good job. ~cheers, amie~
1/22/2005 c1
21Manda Falcon
Wow...the imagery was awesome...I really like this poem...you can really pictures the house...spiffy...

Wow...the imagery was awesome...I really like this poem...you can really pictures the house...spiffy...
1/20/2005 c1
6DancinDramaFreak
Yay! I got the review thing to work. Okay, so, you already know that I love this poem. The amazing imagery that leaves you feeling as though you're there, the cozy feeling you get while reading that makes you want to go out and buy an old mansion. As I read this poem, I could smell the dusty air and feel the light on my face as it filtered through the trees. You truly are incredibly talented, as this poem proves. =) "Your white twin", Chelsea =D

Yay! I got the review thing to work. Okay, so, you already know that I love this poem. The amazing imagery that leaves you feeling as though you're there, the cozy feeling you get while reading that makes you want to go out and buy an old mansion. As I read this poem, I could smell the dusty air and feel the light on my face as it filtered through the trees. You truly are incredibly talented, as this poem proves. =) "Your white twin", Chelsea =D