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Apr 29, 2010
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In the still of the night
In the still of the night...
as I lay with you,
your roughened hand upon my skin,
moonlight dancing
on your silver hair...
my eyes are gladdened
at the sight of you.
Long after I've forgotten my name,
what I was doing
and where I live,
I will remember you-
your crooked smile
and eager air,
your roughened hands
and silver hair...
I will remember you...
and I will hide my face in the stars
to cry aloud your name.
.
— pleiades, Apr 29, 2010
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pleiades
16 years 1 month ago
for my parents
hobo
16 years 1 month ago
Short and sweet
Janice Pearce
16 years 1 month ago
In the still
magics02
16 years 1 month ago
Tears to my eyes
Kailashana
16 years 1 month ago
This is so tender, it
pleiades
16 years 1 month ago
many thanks to all for very
weirdelf
16 years 1 month ago
I wish I could retain your positivity
pleiades
16 years 1 month ago
it’s a bastard of a
magics02
16 years 1 month ago
Yes it is