Topic: how words make one quiver | |
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the ancient and hue left are shimmer gone the glimmer but green grow oh green grow the stars accomplished before their due like dreams left absent or dreams most true i wander by the faintest haze i wander by though there are days the nights are fast the nights take to you the dreams are glimmers yet fade to hue --- |
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very nice t!
you have a captive audience and i am but a minute part of it... thank you for touching me |
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