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By believe Date: 2002 Oct 26 Comment on this Work [[2002.10.26.12.55.26031]] |
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cross me into the evermores of the heartlessness of your mind in blinding sheets of ecstasy let me wither away my soul for with silver streams of imagining would all my dreams come to real bleed in bright red spurts all the whilst needing, wishing, more and you smile so sweet in remembrance of what you mean to me |