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In my mind I know you already like chasing morning beams in the meadow after your quick stop for coffee. You don't get to do it often, living in the city, but when you visit your countryside-girl she is willing to release her butterfly hair ribbon into the blue air for you to go after it. She likes watching you run, and she draws pictures of the action on a blankwhitemindpage to store away for winter. You laugh when the wind entangles itself in her strawberry-hair because you want the same thing it does.
ii.
Afternoon means school, but I know you don't mind. You'll tackle books in a fever; you secretly love making love in the library. There is something about knowledge that makes you feel stronger. And you know everything plus what the education board says you need to. You're a god.
iii.
This is the first time in your day that something solid touches your intestines. I imagine you'll be a master of Italian cuisine, or cultured to the taste of Indian spices. These influence your poetry, yes, you write: secretly keeping each piece in the holeinyourheart space until it is time for them to reveal themselves dressed in paper-mâché leaves to the world. Or at least to a small book/cafe place hidden in the upstairs of an old building. All the intelligent people go there. You eat and write to a mumbling&guitar duet.
iv.
One year I'll meet you personally. And I think you could change my life.
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Author notes
inamorato - a man who loves or is loved
yeah, so, I tried prose. I thought it was a good idea because miss annika writes the best prose ever. 
I kind of think this turned out well. but that's for you to decide.
and hyetal
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Comments
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No criticism. This is solid, just flat out stellar.
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That means so much coming from you, criticism king. 
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yes.
read my other comment
thanks for entering
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brilliant.
no other words for it.
<3
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Thank you.
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You laugh when the wind entangles itself in her strawberry-hair because you want the same thing it does.
I loved that.
your prose is amazing.
seriously, this was stunning.
and thanks for the compliment about my prose
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yes
I really liked this a lot... but I think the "There is something about knowledge that makes you feel stronger" like was kind of awkward. At least it was to me but I could have been reading it wrong, I don't know.
All in all though, I loved this.
Please wait for the other judge to comment.
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thank youuu
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"You'll tackle books in a fever"
Crapping hell.
I loved that...'tackle' always makes me think of the superlame Pokemon attack, but its use was awesomeawesomeawesomeass.
"One year I'll meet you personally."
Hellz yeah.
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Jessica
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You're amazing.
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quack!
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muhhh, a second time?
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WOW!
bravissamo...amazing, really this is so lovely, you beat my first try
haha, perfect ending too, so strong
good luck and take care
Stephanie ♥
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Interesting imagry here. I like the first section's almost nostalgic feel. It could use a bit more for iv, but that's it. Nice job!
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I thought so, too. But I couldn't think of anything, so I thought it would be better to keep it simple.
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I really like it! It was beautiful. :]
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Thanks, Ashley-wa!
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"blankwhitemindpage" is as original as any descriptived nuance I have ever encountered, beautifully melded!!!!! Also cool is a word I have never known, the Title. For these thoughts that you have so eloquently painted ... well, I have to say, I feel satisfied that this is one of the more enjoyable poems I have ever, ever read!!!!!!
magic.
real.
genuine.
these are the qualities I find in this piece
take care and have a great week ahead!
Tand.
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Thank you!
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this had a very, im-sitting-in-a-cafe-sipping-a-latte-and-listening-to-bing-crosby-alone-and-musing-about-some-boy-thats-crept-into-my-consciousness, feel
me gusta lo.
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That's what I was trying for. Though I don't actually know who Bing Crosby is. But I wrote this to the Twilight soundtrack on low, does that count?
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QUEEEEEEEE? you dont know who bing crosby is?!?! ahhh. go listen to him. ahora mismo (right now). his voice is to die for. no one can sing like he could, now. if i ever encountered someone like him, id melt into the floor. lol
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utoh, I get the feeling that I better go do it right now or you'll eat my face.
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yea, i will. grrrrrr.
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I know him now! He sung a Christmas song I'm familiar with. I like.
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