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By galadrial Date: 2002 Dec 20 Comment on this Work [[2002.12.20.05.36.5847]] |
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petals lost to supple, a tussy mussy offered once to a golden waif still bound by fading red ribbon, the perfume lost, but not quite. The ghost of fragrance dances still, and the vandals that are tide and time stole something of these blooms, but never touched the heart who gave them, or the hand that recieved them, despite their worst intentions. |