This is one somewhat of a complexity
Labyrinth of buoyancy:
Marching heart stampeding to a halt no memories are at fault.
Intrepid with vivid ideas, blank is the solicitation on the canvas, anhydrous ink spilling into my well.
Step in time jiggle a gambol, motionless in the vacuum of fantastic fate.
Tendency in propitious, cascading with facades of ambiguity.
Dense is reality penetrating the bagatelle in the gravity of personality.
Contorted commonality rebuff with worn sheen, rust the dust is upon my unforeseen.
Heavy is the hive of woven time the epitome that trends chemistry in mystery.
Solid is the soft of untarnished consent to invent history.
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Sorry, but it strikes me as a conjunction of pretentious words. Just for starters, why would anhydrous ink (ie. completely water-free ink) spill into a well? (presumably an ink well) Are you using a feather quilll or dip pen?
Some of your other work is far better.
Petter
Level 9
June 21, 2018
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Thank you. I really do appreciate when I get the truth straight up because it helps me improve.
I'm drowning in a labyrinth of words that don't make sense; someone throw me a rosetta stone; help me decipher this.
Earthling50
Level 6
June 21, 2018
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The first line some romantic interludes just end up being platonic.
Line two Fearless with lifelike ideas, every experience should start with a learning experience so go into it with an open mind.
Third line Dance with words and body language
The fourth line flirting
The fifth line Talking without saying anything
The sixth line Talking redundantly or saying the same thing that is old to you to someone new
Seventh line Everyone brings memories with them and learning about the new is exciting.
Eight line Listen with experience be willing to make new history.
Did you ever try to reach the depth of a human psyche...I wonder what past that...would be like?
Freedompath
Level 9
June 21, 2018
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I often see things with much more complexity than I could ever put into words.
@azzow2 I BELIEVE!
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