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By twinkle Date: 2002 Sep 13 Comment on this Work [[2002.09.13.23.08.21943]] |
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diamond girls scatter out their curls, and our trees are outcasts in the park (unfurling in their flames). the cotton shade beneath is wide and cool time disrobes and patiently the grass will wait for me in lilac hours or finer clouds, sheltered by your grace. still - slicing out above our heads the traffic does not cease the ember seconds smolder fast and far life is on and we are sleeping at the line. |