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By iLYd Date: 2004 Oct 26 Comment on this Work [[2004.10.26.21.41.15804]] |
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Whisper to me the sounds of grace The longing of your taste Belongs to the earth To the dirt that surrounds a hollow place Around such falls deep If only it would sweep The dirt beneath my feet Away to see just one last look The whisper that runs right through me that shook These endless sounds no longer to be found... |