sweeping and scratch
across the canvas they flow
their lips left dry
cast without woe
just mismatch
crimson, scarlet, blush
all methane consumed
so late a riser
they never had bloomed
swept under the brush
sensual, supple
with lustful regime
an icy demeanor
wakes the dream
breaks the couple
voices now wane
the peice completed
lost in feature
of broke and defeated
lies a portrait of vain
Author notes
heheh i'll let you guys figure this one out by yourselves...
well give it to me straight
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this reminds me of a movie. like a pantamime dance or something, theatre. because your words all flow and stuff, but you are describing a story of sorts, but not really.
i dunno haha.
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Beautiful and spell bounding as always sis! I love this. I get many different ideas of what it could be, and my opinion? I think it's them all.
You have such amazing talent. Hope you've been doing well, we haven't talked in forever. Keep up the awesome work, love ya! 
~Hannah
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Writers block that I got you out of haha but awesome write. I love how every stanza has 5 lines which just leaves the end at a drop, like a really awesome drop, like the ones at canada's wonderland but it flows beautifuly and I lovee it just like I said i woul
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It's about damn time you write this site a new poem.. Lol. This is great, you know I love your style. Well written, words that bear great flow. The diction is well used and adds to this poem's greatness.
Great write,
Silvos.
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heheh yeah i had a little writers block. .......for a month
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