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Jane thank you! And hehe I can set your mind at ease and tell you that I just put the word 'more' there so that in the shortened view, it was obvious that there was more text beneath - as otherwise it looked as if the poem ended on the line 'she's eternally high'.

(Maybe it's just me but the 'Read More' link that used to appear on text RECords has dissapeared...)

And yay!! Very excited to see what you do with it!!

<3

2011-03-03 00:59:21 +0700

by Metaphorest
Sarah, in the midst of your (intensely truthful and articulate and moving) poem, I come upon the one word "(More...)". And I wonder, is it intended to indicate she wants to include more that she isn't telling us, or is it an editorial aid for us to know we need to expand to read the rest of the text? I'm thinking about reading it or even the unthinkable, making it into a song somehow, and this "(More...)" is baffling me!

2011-03-03 00:47:26 +0700

by left-coast-jane
I don't know how I missed this one, Sarah!
This is wonderful! Wow.

2011-03-02 23:40:38 +0700

by LizSmalls
WOW thank you hearters! And Eliante - your insightful comments always mean a lot to me - thank you so much :)

2011-02-21 22:45:11 +0700

by Metaphorest
I still like your RECord 'The Ogre and the Goblin' best but I admire this one for the same underlying theme of reliance/rebellion. Always a treat to read your musings, Metaphorest. Always.

2011-02-21 19:03:37 +0700

by Éliante
you are amazing, with or without a twin! :)

2011-02-21 16:01:12 +0700

by KoAlaa
please excuse my virtual eavesdropping but @via i would be really interested in reading that article you mentioned in your comment - please pass on the link if you find it! :)

2011-02-21 13:07:49 +0700

by mnghali
Via, surprised, no, perturbed - yes :) And thanks cacheth!

2011-02-21 11:08:46 +0700

by Metaphorest
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	I am my avatar I am my tweet I am a parody I’m incomplete I am hyperbole I am fictitious I’m so homogenised I’m not nutritious I am a product I am 2D I am not who You think you see She is concocted She is a lie (More...) She doesn’t sink She’s eternally high She is my saccharine Socialite twin My doppelganger Who lives in my skin A film on the surface My preened public face She feeds the machine While I shovel the waste But I am the flesh And the blood and the spit And the tears and the bones And the gravel and grit And the holy unknowable Beautiful, flawed Unadorned seed of truth I am rough-hewn and raw But real - And that’s why I pity my twin My perfected pawn, my second skin Despite her superior, airbrushed bliss My flawless friend Does not exist