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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
She knew how memory worked.Last time she had seen himhe had been perfectedLy etched in her mind; She didn’t want to replace thatwith anything lessThan what she had known.She knew how memory worked—How memory faded