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By Galadrial Date: 2001 Oct 08 Comment on this Work [[2001.10.08.22.39.12064]] |
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Oh the sound of your words like fat cool drops on prairie parch went through me like a ghost hand. You have no idea the price I paid for your silence, or how I prayed for a few scattered words longed for needed like rain and found myself talking out loud to fill the silence left by your heart. |