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Jul 07, 2010
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i have no name for this one.
in a grain of sand i have won.
lost from sound must i become.
flow for me wind. set thy high atop of winters cap.
for only in a place of never ending white.
will i find rest evers last
in cased in your clear imbrace.
finnally has thy day pasted.
— night_writer71, Jul 07, 2010
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Roscoe Lane
16 years ago
Ingrained,
scribbler
16 years ago
no name
xena465
16 years ago
Dear Night_Writer
Candlewitch
16 years ago
Hello Night Writer
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