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clover bled
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clover bled |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
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Down there, down to Gretna Green-- past fields of Elysian-- hunter manifesting greed layering the growth of wheat before the turn of golden reed-- we tranced through chest-high hair. We didn't look for rocks, but found them, in disparate of ground. One stance slightly off--askance, watch a child turn foot and ask: "Hey, who pushed me?" With a smile, dancing on the toes for grace. Fleeting foot then, saving face, children run, just smiling miles then turn and wait for you, disgraced. I remember, streak gold hair sitting in the sun's despair I wove ribbons clover-bled, forgetting I was ever there. Pretending there was crown on me, waving off the bumble-bees wishing for tiara please... the way it used to be... saving face and fleeting foot... looking longingly at trees. Just the way it used to be-- I wove ribbons--clover bled. [This message has been edited by serenity blaze (03-25-2003 07:48 AM).] |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
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Thanks. I thought I'd give this time. This is kinda what I figured. |
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