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things you lose arent always in the couch
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things you lose arent always in the couch |
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nnie Junior Member
since 2002-05-17
Posts 14 |
a dying bird sings its requiem one final last lament the wooden walls are rotting now while all the grapes ferment outside beyond the garden through the weeds and rats underneath the rafters past the sleeping cats dwells a place thats always dark and cold thats where everything you've forgoten goes things are covered in dust and mold but inside it all somthing still glows knowledge lost and things passed on wishes and dreams of times forgone a remembrance of what once was thats just what happens it always does |
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Krishankins
since 2002-06-23
Posts 972Texas |
I always wondered where that other sock went  spektakalar!! Krishankins your 100grit love is smoothing my soul |
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devina Member Elite
since 1999-10-28
Posts 3539Cali |
Love the mmod you've set with this one!!! I think I've dug a few dreams from my cushions this year...among other things... enjoyed this... Open arms can be the most fragile in the world... |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
I love yr poetry! Even when y' recycle opening lines.These smiling eyes are just a mirror for the sun. |
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