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Box Nr 1978
By A_Puppet_Show
It is raining firecrackers,
fast feelings for the deaf,
I stand skin peeled, sound;
move me, I watch her dance,
our fiery fingers are safe,
and I must shape her again,
with nothing but rain then,
I know she will, remove me.
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© 2007 Nadir
Published on Tuesday, September 4, 2007.
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"Poetry"
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On Thursday, January 31, 2013, TropicalSnowstorm
(1703)
wrote:
Interesting piece! Love especially loved the imagery expressed in "I must shape her again, with nothing but rain" - very cool visual. Ciao, T/S
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On Wednesday, September 5, 2007, purr_verse
(1059) wrote:
This is a very compelling write. The imagery is fascinating and the italicised lines extremely effective. I think of matches and secrets and passion, and I know that I don't entirely 'get' it but it doesn't matter. Format is fantastic. A genuinely interes
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On Wednesday, September 5, 2007, purr_verse
(1059) wrote:
interesting write; magic.
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A former member wrote:
this was very powerful. i loved it. ~ f_b.
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A former member wrote:
"I stand skin peeled" Although I do not understand the title, I love the title - it is why I read this poem and am glad I did. There's some kind of magic, something fantastical in the shape of the 'Box' you created, OK, I think I now get the idea of...
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