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*leaves a pack of smokes to tempt Fag-Ash_Lil
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yui said:Though I am a bit ashamed of my methods, I want an AV. This is a gratuitous post.
My apologies,
Yui ^_^
gauchecritic said:All gratuities gratefully received.
Gauche

matriarch said:Thread awakes,
"She comes
She comes!
Creator, return.
She comes."
Awoken suddenly
senses alert
Eyes scan the lists.
and there!
Lifegiver returns.
Quickly dressing the thread
in new finery,
new words,
I return it to the boards
to await.
A touch,
recognition,
thread holds its breath....
waiting.
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Tatelou said:You beautiful woman.
Thanks for giving me many smiles and warming my popsicle heart.
Lou![]()

matriarch said:The thread and I have been more than happy to give you smiles and warm your heart. It's been fun.
But now, it's time for the thread to say goodbye.
The thread has known the touch of soft lips, and Mat has been able to hone her 'on the spot' poetry skills. (to the extent of entering one of the challenges on the Poetry discussion forum).
From Creator and creation, 'Thank you, sweet woman, lifegiver.'
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Tatelou said:You are very fine at it indeed. Glad to hear you've entered into one of the challenges. Go you!
Thanks for making me feel good. I owe you one. In fact, I owe you a few. When we meet for lunch in the NF, perhaps?
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matriarch said:You wicked woman.
It will, of course, be a pleasure. (PM on the way.)
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Well, at the risk of making Gauche blush I have to ask why no one has yet commented on this? Can't you tell it's poetry? And rather fine at that. It's even a piece of drama, a "scene" in my mind's eye now. I'd love Ralph Fiennes to read it.gauchecritic said:The What.
Askew and ashen. Droit et gauche. The future. Stumble/limp, gams (those gams), pressing weight and soles (and souls) firmly and once on concrete hardened past, and never walk again. (the same road twice)
The Where.
"No. You said a drink, that's all. What do you mean?"
"You know. Look, how long have I known you? 10 years? 12? And you've never once asked yourself?"
And later, in that limber dark, from one simple touch of lips to this. How long did I walk this bridge? Who turned on this light? Why am I here? Is this what I really want?
"Yes. Oh yes."
And I witnessed all. Did you know?
perdita said:Well, at the risk of making Gauche blush I have to ask why no one has yet commented on this? Can't you tell it's poetry? And rather fine at that. It's even a piece of drama, a "scene" in my mind's eye now. I'd love Ralph Fiennes to read it.
I'd say it's a bit Eliot-like, the prose style and languor of the metaphors. "How long did I walk this bridge?" Brilliant.
Perdita


)damppanties said:*poke, prod*
*ahem*
*cough, cough*
*choke*

oggbashan said:Virtual hug on the way.
Seen Fag-Ash Lil anywhere? Someone tempted her with ciggies.
Og
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