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By Cyan Date: 2003 Mar 30 Comment on this Work [[2003.03.30.21.03.13713]] |
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The sun was a golden flower when she breathed and rain-a summer snow But now her life has collapsed into the darkest hour and there is no returning He went away instantly with a blade to the wrist- eagerly anticipating his death and I'm left to wonder, would you do the same? |