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Muse
And distance muses, With the strum of her whisper. Gently her tide pulls him in. Leaving his body amid the plunder, Strewn, with her veil in his hand. Only a thought, a vision remembered. A longing as love understands. He, now, is full of the muse as she wants him, She takes him, his heart she commands. Raine Les 6/8/2008 |
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Awesome...
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That's beautiful.
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thank you both, kindness.
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well written beautiful sentiment~
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![]() ![]() Very nice! |
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