Tuesday, July 05, 2005

Altogether taken
Abashed you listen
The raindrops falling
On your tiny castle
The white souls flicker
The curtains iced slicker
Than the thoughts in your head
A matter of prime importance
It's not better off dead
It's a handfull assurance

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