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Post by Waves of Love on Jan 2, 2005 15:37:15 GMT -5
Vanilla haunted that door Lace rose soft at the moon smiles of passion overwhelmed my thoughts they met our tears my soul is free a desire to spill your joy throw it to the four winds possesses the heart in me. (I got irritated looking around for some of the words...so I'm not sure if all the words come from the drops of poetry section...and this is my first time at this site, so helpful criticism is appreciated
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Post by Waves of Love on Jan 10, 2005 16:42:29 GMT -5
it's serene in a grim kind of way...
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