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Nocturne
In divan, I keep company
Remontant buds offer perfume
An endemic sleeping scent of
Lotus flower power gluttons
Owing the day some awake, beads
Of gelatinous dew tears
Host a lock in for eyes, while
Serenity slumbers like an
Opiate whore. Languishing,
Like small haberdasher trinkets
Tinting the back of eyelids with
Glints, painting vanity in rouge
Bidding the highest price for rest
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thanks for that.. terse and crisp.
Lotus flower power gluttons
wow.
Glints, painting vanity in rouge
killer.
best,
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Comment by: LipCurl - 2007-04-05 09:31
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| This is great...i love that you can get something so simple as a rose and turn it into an symphony of imagery and context. The weaving together of the words is complex and very well pulled off without being pretencious..it just sounds fantastic. |
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Comment by: LipCurl - 2007-04-05 09:31
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| This is great...i love that you can get something so simple as a rose and turn it into an symphony of imagery and context. The weaving together of the words is complex and very well pulled off without being pretencious..it just sounds fantastic. |
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| Lorna* those roses must be beautifull to have such a pictorial image that only you can produce with your imagination,admirari,barbaella |
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| Now I have to look up "remontant." I like the sumptuos feel of the language in this. |
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