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Post by snowcat on Aug 12, 2005 14:48:58 GMT -5
Move on, let him go, he's gone they say. Forget him. Don't they understand that I can't? Every step, every look brings back mermories.
I can't look at the sky, it remindes me of your eyes. Not drink tea. meetings, classes, chess games. Children, you loved them so. Not stars, that twinkle. food, paper, colours, socks, yarn, biskuts, I can't eaven go and have a drink. It is becouse of that look in your eyes, the tears on their faces, that I don't want to say goodbye.
I hope you liked it.
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Post by palanfanaiel on Aug 13, 2005 14:27:39 GMT -5
Woot! Loved it, a very good take on a HBP-ish poem from Min's POV... P
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Post by kate on Aug 29, 2005 9:47:31 GMT -5
Just read it and it was lovely....! Thank you so much for sharing!...But I was first confused of your "I hope you liked it." because I was still thinking about the poem... Hope to read more...
~*~ Kate
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