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By it dosent matter Date: 2003 Jan 19 Comment on this Work [[2003.01.19.19.21.25702]] |
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quietness with desert sands to swirl at my feet and a night with stars to watch over me whilst i make my rounds with silent step listening for anything out of place outside camp while others sleep giving me time to think and remember tears 'pon pillow fresh late night as thee weeps silently while i sleep so as to not awaken but i hear and have heard so many times it seems gather you in my arms as you mat your tears 'pon my chest and as i walk out here so silent yet still i feel that wetness on my memories so fresh so very clear i feel pon my chest the very salt of your tears baked deep to my flesh seared in waves down my soul as each and every trickle marked my thoughts from sleep traced paths of memories slow trails that awakened my skin to sensation woven dreams of missin you |