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By ericthered
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14 September 2005 |
Thoughts are escaping my mind like butterflies, Flying randomly through the flames of a fire. Scorching their wings as they pass through,
They are incomplete, like me without you. |
Written by no1butClo (337 comments posted) 19th January 2006 | this is beautiful. if you wanted a darker affect "scorching" i htink would be nice instead of singeing.
really nice, but you could expand within the poem on the title, cause it really is a gorgeous sad image
clo x
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Written by ericthered (3 comments posted) 27th March 2006 | | Thanks for the advice, i have ammended and inserted "scorched" "singeing" is a horrible word. |
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