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By Kase Date: 2002 Dec 16 Comment on this Work [[2002.12.16.16.58.2171]] |
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You remind me of driftwood, aged, refined, rugged, raw Thrown about in a torrid of emotionless seas and many sands. You were collected and admired, until you owner grew tired of your presence and placed you out of reach on a shelf to gather dust until you are found beautiful and enchanting once more in another's eyes. |