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Dance
a field of blossoms
a world apart
each of satin petals,
a poison heart.
I am ringed about
with ghosts and dream-things
looking on.
You dance with me,
and they are gone.
©2007-2009 ~harpsdesire
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Submitted: April 22, 2007
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This is VERY old poem, one of my first, in fact.
Because of that, it has a special place in my heart, so I thought I'd post it.

Plus, it's a reference of how my writing has changed over a few years.

By the way, it was inspired by a poem someone wrote for me for valentines day.
I never went out with him... but it's still the sweetest thing anyone's ever given me.
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Ooh, it's good.

Hmm... I..Sorry, but I can't seem to get into any more depth. I'm horrible at critiquing writing, even though I myself write.

BUt still, pretty good.

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Thanks for the comment, anyway!
Dah, your welcome

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I didn't know you wrote this...I've always liked it. Very pretty.

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