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By B.K. Date: 2004 Mar 16 Comment on this Work [[2004.03.16.07.50.13606]] |
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The purity of jade pulses Through my fingertips Its beauty catches As each cool bead slides Across my mouth She says afternoons with you Swayed cool as jade Happiness was what we knew I tried not to let her remind me Yet here I am in offering The key to that garden Of sway again for two Renewed (c)bk |