Tuesday, May 24, 2005

Jerome Comments

Rating: 2.9

Shallow words that echo beyond time;
thoughts poised in flight upon a blue monochrome wall,
converge with the early morning sun.
Eyes the depth of puddles try in vain
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Judith Vriesema
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Simon Whild 04 November 2005

this is almost like being inside a surreal painting. I liked the line: 'his empty heart runs through sun-lit corridors of paper souls.' What an incredible line.

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Martina Elenbaas 24 May 2005

But what does it mean?

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