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Lakeshore
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Jay Lake
Date: 2007-04-24 18:12
Subject: WIP, of a sort
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Tags:wip, writing
the book was bound in skin, though she'd always sworn it had not been that of a thinking man

brass as bright as sunrise, cold as polar winter

his feet are exactly as long as the devil's

you can see them all, through the water they keep in their homes

who knew you could whet a feather to such sharpness?

the ink of prophets staining her hands

no matter what he meant to say, his mouth would only utter Adamic

the nibs of the pen were cut from the bones of angels

stained glass rising to an impossible height, yet narrow as hope

would that it had only been blood, and nothing more
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kmp_zxcv
User: kmp_zxcv
Date: 2007-04-25 16:37 (UTC)
Subject: (no subject)
I really love these two lines:

the ink of prophets staining her hands

the nibs of the pen were cut from the bones of angels


For these two lines, I'm unsure if 'you can see them all' refers to all the feet or something else--
his feet are exactly as long as the devil's
you can see them all, through the water they keep in their homes

Good luck with this.
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