Thursday, May 21, 2009
Sunday Afternoon Comments
Rating: ★5.0
i like sitting beside the window feeling tortured by the torrential rain, wishing that it was pounding at my surface, scratching away at my pores.
having bluegrass melodies sweeping up my ears, filling them with banjos and voices as cavernous as the grand canyon
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Costa Anakiev
28 May 2009
What a great beginning and what a terrible word combination ending it!
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9/7/2025 4:16:38 AM # 1.0.0
Chloe, when I started reading, (I will be quite honest) I thought that I was not going to enjoy your poem...then in you came with your wonderful ending. Once you drew the picture of the person on the carpet, you had me hooked. Absolutely loved this to bits.10/10 Regards, Ian