By KatyBeth, SnooprBoot@aol.com Date: 27 November 1998
A trace left behind setting off geysers one thousand meters high and the future opens its pages to my happy cry Lightened room, do share your warmth For we are sick, miserable, and freezing This gruesome affair holds joy and flirtatious teasing Rest, soul, rest The creatures await you Tie your fears to the wall And know that maybe love CAN be true!