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By Bacardi Date: 2002 Jan 28 Comment on this Work [[2002.01.28.07.01.8082]] |
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with a shell of lightest snow like splinters of awakend glass.. she greets and meets her world protected so at last till one touch from a warming hand cascades its sprinkles tints of scatterd sounds flesh once cold so open meeting ones demands and of love quite forgotten in cresending waves of touch dreams are born and more believed in awaking this rose again |