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becky-bergstol
German
the world melts with the sun every morning at sunrise melts under the heat of golden rain but when the sun goes down and the liquid world cools, solidifies the renaissance begins and every night a whole new world is created a mysterious world one night, the world created had no greed and wind was as real as wood beneath the figertips because they appreciated their surroundings for more than their worth another night, the world formed into nothing but one mountain with millions of people who had no method of communication besides varying the twinkle in their eye yet they were happier than we have ever been every morning, a world melts every night, a world is born
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Sep 16, 2010
Sep 16, 2010 at 8:23 PM UTC
liquid
the common words used don't qualify as diction hold no versimilitude leave me to ponder what is so compelling about the word like that you have to use it several times in every sentence? i hail a car in time's square i'm going to Harvard the world's premier academy where i won't be asked to stop using "big words" but instead receive diatribes for being prolix because they're too pretentious to admit ignorance you! how dare you try to say you never shoved your tongue down my throat no fancy words no "flowery fluff" there it is, now fight it! I hide in my room pain isn't pellucid in the dark EEEE! it's a womanizer mujeriego or a bat... murcielago i always mixed up those two words an idee fixe as i declaim to anyone who will listen in my Faux-cab-you!-lair-EEEEE!
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Sep 16, 2010
Sep 16, 2010 at 4:38 AM UTC
Faux-cab-you!-lair-EEEEE!
the relationship held sacrosanct form an identity's disjecta membra a confluence of fallacies made anthropomorphic body diminshed by nervous exhaustion mind abandoned to melancholy obsession scattered hapharzadly in front of those whom had once offered solicitude filled by yearning to be stoic, saturnine, sangfroid passsing glances, chance encounters aren't caustic to the indifferent incondite hopes nurtured by solitude clinging to the idea that all is bitingly internicine misplaced in the droors of time
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Sep 16, 2010
Sep 16, 2010 at 4:17 AM UTC
Persona non grata