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By spirial Date: 2004 Oct 15 Comment on this Work [[2004.10.15.05.48.6706]] |
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I turned my eyes away from a fight Casting far a gaze that is not sought From one who I would drink all night Her beauty I once knew naught As a dying man who's dreams come alive Cross a desert a dried out soul Winds of change so happy and free Crushing soft this wounded part of me I cast away my gaze so I could not see What wounds I have left within she |