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Encumbered soft with sorrow’s ghost Alone among the torpid souls A shadow grows at evening’s host Your name dims gently with the sun With every dusk, my heart undone Old conversations – sacred scrolls The night unfolds, our love rerun Sweet sanity returns - almost ABACCBCA

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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Date: 12/9/2016 12:59:00 PM
Wow, I love this! Very nice!!
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Date: 10/31/2016 6:33:00 PM
I love this, it has such an evocative feeling to it. Makes me want to try one now!!
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Date: 10/31/2016 6:33:00 PM
fave!
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