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By calypso Date: 2003 Aug 05 Comment on this Work [[2003.08.05.08.20.13518]] |
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we were born into a trap where we tackled the deer we captured its wild beauty you and I we stood on the edge of a ridge with a canopy of leaves overhead I said "listen" you refused my gaze where were your thoughts what had happened to your faith in me we were on the edge of something on that ridge the warming fires of the divine glowed below when the deer broke free and ran |