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Member since 2004 · Posted 25 Oct 2004 · 3 comments

I felt the air turn solid I was dissolving in it soon I was merely a wisper But upon these eyes that can't be seen fell the living sonnet and all the hosts of joy and dispare

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[n/a] Imago 25-Oct-04/10:42 AM Reply

I think I should lose the (in it) of line 2. Seems unnecessary.

[7] Dovina 25-Oct-04/11:53 AM Reply

Two misspelled words and too broad. Needs specifics.

[n/a] Imago 25-Oct-04/7:34 PM Reply

I agree. It needs finished. It needs the sonnet. But that ain't done yet.