04-05-2002, 09:52 PM
Restless bodies stir and swirl.
Moonlight slashes through the night ink
And finds...
A memory
Not from one, but many
That cried out against something,
Anything,
And faded into the darkness
Found only in
A memory.
Moonlight slashes through the night ink
And finds...
A memory
Not from one, but many
That cried out against something,
Anything,
And faded into the darkness
Found only in
A memory.
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