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Comment on Dead.Carousel by *starweaver

~bleedingmirror:iconbleedingmirror: Apr 29, 2004, 7:21:15 PM
Very macabre... :poke:

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| :: | The night is the hardest time to be alive. Four a.m. knows all my secrets -Poppy z Brite | :: |

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~Green814:iconGreen814: Apr 29, 2004, 5:11:55 PM
Very good poem. Great rhyme scheme and imagery!
~AngelsEulogy:iconAngelsEulogy: Apr 29, 2004, 5:19:07 PM
i don't know what you're talking about regarding the "lousyass"-ness of this. it's great, and has a wonderfully macabre sort of feeling that is just so perfectly perverse. did i mention i love it?

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Allison Dawn
~firekittie:iconfirekittie: Apr 29, 2004, 5:21:29 PM
Awesome.. more poetry! ^.^ Great job, Keep it up!
~Pokoa:iconPokoa: Apr 29, 2004, 5:22:19 PM
great rhyming, some phrase actually gave me shivers, i love when a poem does that to me, that means you have a talent with words, you should write more.

it has nice images and i can really relate it to your artwork also, which is really cool.

its like i read it and i can see the carousel in purple and black and red...

Yay a second poem going straight to my favorites.
~raijan:iconraijan: Apr 29, 2004, 5:32:27 PM
This sounds very evil to me. :evillaugh: Nice rose. And the poem is hecked.

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I have a penis~ Therefore I am evil.
~nightwulf:iconnightwulf: Apr 29, 2004, 5:36:15 PM
That is a really niffty rhyming scheme and it's a good desription poem. The picture that it creates is really breath taking. Good job Mellie! ^-^
~kararewolf:iconkararewolf: Apr 29, 2004, 5:45:50 PM
woah... This could be in .. like... english books.
heh sorry
I love it.
~slushy:iconslushy: Apr 29, 2004, 6:31:03 PM
very good :clap: very chilling and spooky. in a good way of course. :)

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:rose: life dripping from its veins... petals fade to black... :blackrose:
~xXSuicidal-SamXx:iconxXSuicidal-SamXx: Apr 29, 2004, 6:35:40 PM
luv it ... gr8 imagery /.... :poke:
~bleedingmirror:iconbleedingmirror: Apr 29, 2004, 7:21:15 PM
Very macabre... :poke:

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| :: | The night is the hardest time to be alive. Four a.m. knows all my secrets -Poppy z Brite | :: |