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By it dosent matter Date: 2003 Jan 19 Comment on this Work [[2003.01.19.01.35.22342]] |
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an again must i away from all i hold so dear its seems... one might think... unless one knows of my past then the hypocrite i am is revealed though could i reverse the past ah but why even wish such for it will never be and i am as i am an forever will be yet would i still dream... butter cups and daffodils mountains pure to kiss the sky with virgins snows of softest white pon fingers thrusting to cut the night an dandelions fluff swept to the wind carry melodies of gentle fun from children playing in dying sun whilst you and i ... an of dreams... aged caresses pon wrinkled skin cackles heard without sighs two who have loved from endless time each the other till both shall die smiles gentle in the night lemonade tartness of later life along with sweetness to let one know everything was ever right... an i dream of what to come from guilt of what i have done wrecking ball on endless run smashing all smashing all... and i dream... |