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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
She went about it like love itself, holding deep, mature tastes that aged in her eyes. When she was ready to let go, she'd breathe without malice, soft silky smoke slipping to the ceiling. Sometimes she'd be at it until the lights went out, and shadows traced the walls in headlights and fences. Together, falling down among evening patterns. I would kiss her in the garden if she had one. |
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Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow |
Again, I'm amazed. |
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Wind
since 2002-10-12
Posts 2981 |
was waiting for you to post a new one And the angel said unto me, "These are the cries of the carrots, the cries of the carrots!" |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Come on you two, get organized. Who's going to be the founder of the Mikey Fan Club -- and who the president? Heh. Thanks for the praise... |
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