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I envy her so

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PagesOfDreams

Published: Aug 15, 2010

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Every time I read her words
I'm left with shivers or
awe inspiring warmth-
transmitting signals
down my curving spine.

Delicate or harsh,
my words in comparison
seem like broken wings
severed from bird bodies
while hers float on complete eagles.

Fact or fiction,
words of intrigue pound my sternum
and I cannot compare
to the way she reaches
into the chest and plays melodies.

She tremors ventricles.

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*Satah, I just felt the need to write about you, because you are absolutely amazing. I wish I could write like you.

Is there anything you would suggest to clean it up? Is there anything redundant?

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monsuerlaclauddebut

Aug 17, 2010

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A very nice poem.

I myself was very surprised and pleased. The authors word choice is impeccable to say the least, being original without being distracting to the reader. A hard feat in the worlds line of "contemporary" and "modern" poetry.

The lines breaks as they are placed currently give this poem an overall flow, and make it a great ease to read.

My only advice would be for the author to spend even more time thinking up new and wonderful phrases so they continue to avoid devastating cliche's.

A wonderful, well focused poem which I will soon add to my favorites. <img src="e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/s…" width="15" height="15" alt="

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