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Dec 17, 2009
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The mourning after
Blue frost, graveyard cross
broken thorns on soil fresh tossed
semblance sung through whispered veil
timbre, pitch and tears soothe ail
Blue cross, graveyard frost
scattered groans on earth thrice dropped
many mourned, slipped away
the grey that guides again holds sway
— eliaszizou, Dec 17, 2009
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Kailashana
16 years 5 months ago
Really a brilliantly
jove
16 years 5 months ago
Caught my eye
eliaszizou
16 years 5 months ago
Hi Jove, thanks for the
seabhac
16 years 5 months ago
welcome
Kassie
16 years 5 months ago
five star rating
Seren
16 years 5 months ago
Dear Chairman
eliaszizou
16 years 5 months ago
Thank you all for your kind
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