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Aug 31, 2009
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The wick
Rainwater thins the tallow,
A flame slowly smothered by patient gallows
White wings flutter,
Black cards scatter in the corner of my eye
Todays' inherent yield
My morrows' murk agog,
Kindly douse this candle's dwindling fervor
— doorman, Aug 31, 2009
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Seren
16 years 9 months ago
Dear Espen
doorman
16 years 9 months ago
Glad it worked. Thanks,
Cloudthings
16 years 9 months ago
so few words, so much to read in it ... yum!
doorman
16 years 9 months ago
Good to see you again,
lyz
16 years 9 months ago
Dear Doorman
doorman
16 years 9 months ago
Lyz
Kailashana
16 years 9 months ago
Dear Espen… your alter
doorman
16 years 9 months ago
Dear Anna
Bonitaj
16 years 9 months ago
The wick
doorman
16 years 9 months ago
Dear Bonita