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By Mr. Pruffrock Date: 2005 May 14 Comment on this Work [[2005.05.14.11.27.28894]] |
| She danced in the smoky firelight her hair glowed like honey dripping from the sweetest hive; her cotton dress flowed like the most delectable milk from the breast of the earth's mother; she danced in the firelight and she was mine for a moment and I loved her essence in the air; but then i awoke and she was gone; maybe i will find her again one day; but if not, i will forever have that memory and that may be just enough |