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guess you don't accept PMs. was just remembering you, and thought I'd see how you're doing. feel free to find me.
Hope you're doing well.
to the depths?
oh wow! I find thee.
in another world: the flower that I wish to pick
in this world: the flower that I wish to grow
Has anyone told you lately your intelligence compliments your beauty? It does.
You put the S in Satire! Brilliant poetry.
The highest homage I can proffer is my uncertainty.I do not know if I like your work or not.I have never made such a statement before.
You have a sharp eye. I am reading your comments with interest. Thanks.
Her poetry leads me on a wild chase towards known truths. it is what poetry should be.
Goldner's poetry is like a death match between Sylvia Plath and Oscar Wilde in a Thunderdome filled with Jello. Simply put, they're better than the ones you write.
Brilliant controversial inciteful
just plain great
Like dining in a fine restaurantWhere the food melts in the mouthNever all at onceBut dissolving down the throat at a slow gradual paceTo lose a morsel of flavorWould be contempt toBe shocked with incongruentSpices would beSin.