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    dots Submission Name: Gilding the Lilydots

    Author: Runes
    Elite Ratio:    5.29 - 790/815/281
    Words: 86
    Class/Type: Fanfic/Misc
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    dotsGilding the Lilydots

    My body hangs on his wall
    separated from the season
    with a name I didn't give it
    and the colors rearranged...
    Now 3 letters and 1 syllable
    sum up today's Existence,
    though it's easier to never
    show a face or share a name.
    I was framed too young and gilded,
    guilted into bad transactions
    involving greedy fingers
    for monetary exchange.
    My body hangs, face turned
    toward the summer window,
    waiting for the paint to dry
    and seasons to change.

    Submitted on 2011-08-27 12:18:06     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      My body hangs, face turned
    toward the summer window,
    waiting for the paint to dry
    and seasons to change.

    I also love the painting theme you 've cteated here. very precise yet soften by a lonely emotion I like this very much :)

    Nicely Penned!

    | Posted on 2011-08-29 00:00:00 | by AltheaLaochra | [ Reply to This ]
      Good expression. I like the painting metaphor used here. You are a creation of something, basically without fault of your own but some in the making. The seasons always change unless you're on the equator so hang in there.
    | Posted on 2011-08-29 00:00:00 | by Blue Monk | [ Reply to This ]
      wow, giving yourself up to another and totally losing who you are...and the intense regret...

    i don't recognize myself...who is that person who hangs on his wall..???

    could be the speaker has protituted herself..but not necessarily in a literal sense...maybe she just became his eye candy and the glitter on his arm...and gave up what she could have been...maybe because he had money to offer...she feels she prostituted herself..

    and now she is waiting for summer to come around again...

    because her winter is getting really really long.

    | Posted on 2011-08-27 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ]

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