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Slender Shadow Dreams

Somewhere a slender shadow of a pretty lady dreams of death and broken pieces of a dream. Somewhere she knows love exist she knows he doesn't believe in love. He turns to dust before her eyes the dream dies while the scent of his cologne stays behind. Who believes in dreams anyway they are a simpler way to pass the unreal day. Life is much shorter than death. Scars still rise from the last time. A glass of water would be a relief to wash away this new belief... Of Shadow dreams slender touch, a brush with Aphrodite lingers into the next dream.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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