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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Adult Romance  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group

I owe you, wholeheartedly,
with a high-interest rate,
my most beautiful lines,
my gut-wrenching poems,
 words like crystal goblets
smashing against stone walls...
stories drenched in love,
stories hiding passionate joys,
characters shaped and built
to fit the city where we met,
the city with the dark river
and the old rusty bridges.
Our city lost you to the world
but regained me to bear witness
of her everlasting changes,
of our refusing to die story,
I am the priestess without a name,
forever lighting the torches
in some long forsaken temple.

Submitted: February 11, 2020

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Gorgeous imagery and a moving memorial to an inspiration...and one who was so much more than that.

I love how you credit your imagination and talents. We are the culmination of our experiences and our emotional passages. But you, Lizzie, have a template all your own and unique to yourself...the fabric from which everything you show is woven. Your colors are a reflection of the things you've seen, the places you've been, the love you've known. But we would see for the essence of the fabric that is you alone

Wed, February 12th, 2020 1:59am


Dearest Kitten...thank you so much! I guess that if we collect all your reviews and put them into a book , (mentioning you as the author, of course) we will have a masterpiece in our hands! Love,Lizzie.

Tue, February 11th, 2020 7:08pm

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