| Lost in the mists Wandering through the mists of time you found me... but for a moment |
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Wednesday, October 08, 2003 To whom it may concern Teardrops of amber fall gliding your chocolate limbs Midas's golden touch hueing your very skin I watch you breathe as wisps of regret cling Spidersilk so strong yet so thin I watch you breathe for a saccharine eternity Grasping the moment that is all I have of thee posted by lost child | 9:17 AM |
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