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Page Closed's Profile |
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| Age: | 19 years old |
| Country: |  |
| Last Login: | Mar 7, 2008 (658 days back) |
My Background and Lifestyle |
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| Occupation: | N/A |
My Blog |
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Do Not Love Me Yet |
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| Do not love me yet, for IAm still a slender moon,A scimitar about the heartToo sharp to touch too soon.
Before I'm touched I need to growMore full in golden light;I need to smile upon my earthAnd rul... Posted by on Wed, 31 May 2006 17:28:00 GMT |
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What Makes Stars Romantic |
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| What makes stars romantic? Is it the beautyOf a night sky dark lit with diamonds?Or the wilderness of blue-white witnessesStaring wordless back across the abyss?Or the fascination of forever? (For lov... Posted by on Wed, 31 May 2006 17:26:00 GMT |
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Regarding Marriage: Whose Idea Was This |
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| Regarding marriage: Whose idea was this?Isn't each poor shimmering star alone?Can a nimble munchkin alter at the altarHis/her belief that his/her soul is his/her own?Is a former frog to die in bit and... Posted by on Wed, 31 May 2006 17:20:00 GMT |
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A Friend |
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| A Friend
If I could catch a rainbow I would do it just for you And share with you its beauty On the days youre feeling blue. If I could Id build a mountain You could call your ve... Posted by on Sun, 25 Dec 2005 04:19:00 GMT |
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Almost Forgotten |
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| Almost Forgotten Somewhere deep in the forest of greens, The fairy spins his webs from dreams And the wizards cast their solemn spells, There quietly about the magick dwells Its beyond the... Posted by on Sun, 25 Dec 2005 04:18:00 GMT |
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The Faeries Song |
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| The Faeries SongWe stand in the center of space between space and we come here time after time.All of our sorrows and deeds in this placeare subjects of song and of rhyme.What does it matter to wear a... Posted by on Sun, 25 Dec 2005 04:14:00 GMT |
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Poem...Tilted : Spirits |
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| As i walk through the gallows i hear the wind blow full of creeks and whistles as i walk really slow gazing at the shadows that follow me near they whisper help me ... Posted by on Tue, 06 Dec 2005 12:37:00 GMT |
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