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Post by hcatm42 on Jul 16, 2011 10:42:23 GMT -5
Awwww thanks! I'm really glad you like her :]
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Post by violentlittlesister on Jul 16, 2011 12:28:19 GMT -5
Here's an idea of Mari.
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Post by hcatm42 on Jul 19, 2011 14:57:56 GMT -5
Ethan! His slacks are the wrong color but other than that, it's pretty accurate.
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Post by hcatm42 on Jan 8, 2012 20:18:08 GMT -5
The Night She Died By Brynlee
Something stains her hair Black and white collide I hate that chair
I stumble the room so unaware Must get Clara she's still outside Cold, the night air "It's okay I love you ShyBear" I can't really hear the words she cried I hate that chair
People on the porch like a social affair Can't see the horror still inside Cold, the night air
Light are flashing sirens blare Medics open the door wide I hate that chair
His words freeze tears in my stare "I'm sorry... she died." Cold, the night air I hate that chair
So this morbid bit of poetry was something I had to do for my English class. We had to write a villanelle and I was feeling a little dark after my mom's recent death. So taadaa
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Post by professorpineapple on Jan 8, 2012 20:35:25 GMT -5
Aw, how sad. But very pretty. I like :U
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cheshacatt
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Nerds can't die. You can't kill what has no life.
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Post by cheshacatt on Jan 9, 2012 14:47:56 GMT -5
Very evocative, sad but lovely to read. Gorgeous work, Brynlee
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