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A Scant
There is no time to question this scant second we call a breath. Marvel, that is an eternity, a long cool drink next to a rigid force that needs and longs for the soft hills, to walk through and rake a trail with hands that need a place to abide. Cry, and fill her caverns, Sob and subside and kiss her soul. Raine Les 10/25/2008 |
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I like it
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Lovely Sadie...thank you
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