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By it dosent matter Date: 2007 Jan 31 Comment on this Work [[2007.01.31.03.29.3227]] |
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A simple whisper to call Exhilation of steam This breath pon frozen air Feel the stars start fallin’ Like softly flowin’ rain Till one is covered This blanket of tears From what the night has shed All quietly glowin With my thighs a pillow To hold your sleeping head I, a guard to this darkness Ensureing all the dreams That come what may Have all held within them This warmth from my heart For you this day |