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By it dosent matter Date: 2008 Jul 08 Comment on this Work [[2008.07.08.16.09.14762]] |
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instants what last millennia cross this gulf t'ween your lips to mine a pause so holden hopes dreams rest a hush afore the fireworks full of sparklers silvery flight bubbling magnesium mirth children twine' in tag encircled by luminescence sublime an da silence then the pause... warmth of your lips felt cross mine as the fireworks... begin |