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By catharses Date: 2001 Sep 25 Comment on this Work [[2001.09.25.00.15.5484]] |
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Sigh into a gossamer wisp, trailing of late evening mist. Leaving me cold inside shivering with dampened soul. Called to come out, come out, all at a friends hearty shout. While all i wish... all i could want... is to let the dust gather. Bury my tracks to and fro. And with each settled mote, another piece of memory fade, of jaded eyes, soft kiss... |