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eda-thoughts-digest    Thursday, December 30 1999    Volume 02 : Number 371




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  ET: *~blue hazed sky~* random short works                [JewelAng@aol.com]
  ET: half erotic poems (maybe one eight erotic, lol)      [JewelAng@aol.com]
  ET: (no subject)                                        [JonBoy911@aol.com]

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Date: Wed, 29 Dec 1999 21:30:46 EST
From: JewelAng@aol.com
Subject: ET: *~blue hazed sky~* random short works

*
blue silloute
orange sunset
pink heart
ash bloom

Where are you tonight my love?
*
Raindrops

The sun 
will not show face,
sorrow floats in the air,
You left me love, with the raindrops
Come back.
*
Depths

Vague depths
        of myself
    shed like
            thick layers
of clothing
        in bleak Decemeber
*

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Date: Wed, 29 Dec 1999 21:43:15 EST
From: JewelAng@aol.com
Subject: ET: half erotic poems (maybe one eight erotic, lol)

(Figured I better put this in before Decemeber is over, *grins*)

It is bleak December, my love.
The bleak December we both came to love so well.
Silver white snow
hits the windon near us, my love.

I wrap the blanket
tightly around us,
the blanket that was once yours,
now ours.
The corse wool scraps my cheek,
giving me comfort,
just like your arms.
The feel of the wool 
upon my flesh 
keeps me on earth.

Every sensation 
is awake to me.
Your breathe,
my frozen cheeks,
your warm lips apon my flesh
the snow falling
gently upon the roof,
the heat of your skin against mine.

Wake up my love, it is bleak December.
That bleak, frozen,
wonderful
December we both love.



In the air

Rasberry haze,
strawberry kisses
peach tongue surprize.
Blue clouds,
golden sunshine.
Tingling thighs,
butterflys,
numb brain,
blank eyes,
warm embrasess.

Do you feel it in the air?



Rebecca

COMMENTS WANTED!!!! Bad or good...flames welcome too!

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Date: Wed, 29 Dec 1999 23:10:58 EST
From: JonBoy911@aol.com
Subject: ET: (no subject)

Sam said that I must write, and seeing how I have all but vanished from this 
list I decided to improv a little something.  I just thought and type, and 
here it is.
Happy New Year all, and don't let the Y2K getcha down! ;)

1999
The reflection is blinding
Across the war beaten path I can feel the pain 
And yet, I still don't understand
How is it that something so obviously wrong is socially accepted?

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