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Sponsor |  toontje | Jan 26, 2007 1:54pm | Morning dew (jan 10 2007)
As a sheer whisper on the grass she sat down.
In the cold morning sun she wore her wedding gown.
Dark and gray had now been gone,
whilst the sun shines with golden beams,
through a drop. |
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|  Medea89 | Aug 10, 2007 3:52pm | He drew a circle to shut me out, heretic rebel,
a thing to flout.
But love and I had to win,
We drew a circle that took him in... |
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|  nina7 | Sep 3, 2007 12:26pm | romantism, and a rose that crashes, by its fall, the crystal shell of isolation.and the glances meet each other, words? needless to say.
erotism,everything s swinging in the air,against time,
and this stumbling during the conversation that makes her everything than monotonous, that transform her into passionate looks. |
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