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By jackryhme Date: 2002 Mar 24 Comment on this Work [[2002.03.24.18.23.20876]] |
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vapor was this touch wiping away at tears from across the moon heaven high hell sent bring on back to wayward lips of it sadness with in-ward drawing sigh salt of your tears with a taste so soft crystals in the sunlight reminded me and a fainter one of cleft'ed stone buried deep waft of musk that so intrigues binding me |