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#20
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Morgan
White's pet
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A Note On All Things Lovely
It's in the tears
Of those that cry
The ones who shun
The mirror's eyes
It's in the boy
On her step
Begging for her to take his breath
It's in her blade's kiss
And sweet subtle bliss
It's in her lungs
and upon the tongue
It's in love
Secretly there
It's in the mouth
Of those unaware
It's in the meeting
Of soul one and soul two
Out of this
Beauty grew
Comfort always made the rescue, we always hoped "for the best". I'll burn this with torches, and drown in my consideration "You are far too squishy to ever be feared." White.
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Posted 09-21-2010, 04:54 PM
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