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| Favorite book: | Anything Austen |
| Member Since: | Apr 3, 2008 |
A Poem by EtherealleSeraphynne
Posted: Jul 7, 2008
The only thing better than a woman in love, is one safely...
A Poem by EtherealleSeraphynne
Posted: Jun 26, 2008
Becoming what you detest most. (Meant with a touch of...
A Poem by EtherealleSeraphynne
Posted: Jun 16, 2008
Buying vintage... is that what we're talking about, or what?
A Poem by EtherealleSeraphynne
Posted: Jun 9, 2008
Friendship no longer reciprocated leaves one baffled.
A Poem by EtherealleSeraphynne
Posted: Jun 4, 2008
Hell hath no fury... and all that good stuff.
A Poem by EtherealleSeraphynne
Posted: May 23, 2008
A love affair diminished, brings pain. A long and sturdy...
A Poem by EtherealleSeraphynne
Posted: May 20, 2008
Hurt can bring you back to that first heartbreaker.
A Poem by EtherealleSeraphynne
Posted: May 14, 2008
The revolving door of love.
A Poem by EtherealleSeraphynne
Posted: May 2, 2008
To Stijn, a muse whose inspirationmirroed love's pure...
A Poem by EtherealleSeraphynne
Posted: Apr 26, 2008
Not ready to fall in, head first again.
A Poem by EtherealleSeraphynne
Posted: Apr 14, 2008
Just because you don't remember doesn't mean you won't...
A Poem by EtherealleSeraphynne
Posted: Apr 12, 2008
A heart grown immune to the indifference.
A Poem by EtherealleSeraphynne
Posted: Apr 7, 2008
Take a beating. Keep on ticking.
A Poem by EtherealleSeraphynne
Posted: Apr 7, 2008
Tormented by "demons," real or imagined.
A Poem by EtherealleSeraphynne
Posted: Apr 6, 2008
An addicting kind of affair.
A Poem by EtherealleSeraphynne
Posted: Apr 5, 2008
Reaching that equilibrium and finding ones own closure.
A Poem by EtherealleSeraphynne
Posted: Apr 3, 2008
The heart has become weary, but hasn't begun its dark...
EtherealleSeraphynne lives in the San Francisco Bay Area with her brown-haired son (his words), and bite-sized Princess of a Korat-mix, Lilly. When she's not devouring every book she can get her hands on, or writing, dreaming and breathing poetry, she likes to take time out to (literally) stop and smell the roses. She aspires to be published one day in those august journals she's so fond of reading.
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