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The Wave
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The Wave |
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Jaime
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Here I found the tan, but the sun down The lost man’s plan was full of sound And her diagnosis was now apparent under the wave that breaks In silence my toes are chilly little granola beads but really the nails are living in two and she says, I don’t think you’re going to get through this And it breaks The stillness around makes heavy sound, but Darling I really hope you get through this, through me When I break March 2, 2003 the faeries creep into my hair at night leaving it in terrible knots |
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Nightshade 
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
Very interesting - enjoyed this. Chris "Hope" is the thing with feathers- |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Enjoyed...James |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
An Excellent write.... especially loved... In silence my toes are chilly little granola beads but really the nails are living in two and she says, I don’t think you’re going to get through this And it breaks Maree  |
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Mistletoe Angel
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 (big hugggsssssss) Oh Jaime, it is indeed such a difficult request to bear, and when you wish the best for someone and the courage to do so, there can always be a sacrifice that is so costly to onself, though it is chivalrous! (sad sigh) This is powerful, sweet friend, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Jaime, thank you for sharing! May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." |
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