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About LinkBacksThis is sort of like a game. One person says a word and the person below has to write a poem to do with that word. At the end of the poem you must say a word for the next person.
Wilderness.
This is sort of like a game. One person says a word and the person below has to write a poem to do with that word. At the end of the poem you must say a word for the next person.
Wilderness.
"A man in basttle who does not spend his last moments fighting is a coward!"
"A man in battle who does not spend his moments figting but protecting others around him is no coward!"
Alright, this is abstract, but definitely related.
its about
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I am The Herald,
madly feasting on insects
and the fruit thereof.
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Fission.
Last edited by Couchfiend; 04-12-2007 at 08:48 PM.
Her mind, like
swallows
flocking in the wind,
would only split when
blown apart
by words that beat and grew
from rising, thermal clouds
of whim.
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luck
If I have luck,
I might get a duck,
If I do not,
I don't want a pot.
Friend
I could have a friend,
however i can't lend,
maybe i will,
before the mornind dil.
Box
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"Woe, O Woe!"
shouted the fox
"I am trapped
inside something!"
--
urethra
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