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Post by Graveyard Goddess on Aug 8, 2007 16:42:38 GMT -5
He took me to a place I had never been before. Where a labyrinth of oak trees, and redwoods towered over us Where scarlet leaves fell like rain, Upon the overgrown garden Of shrubbery and roots Tangled and slick with water Here it smells like autumn, wet but peaceful, grey air Crickets making music with the rustle of leaves and the wind against the branches This is love
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lanaia74
Chillin in the morgue
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Post by lanaia74 on Aug 9, 2007 5:13:43 GMT -5
You are very talented! Superb work!
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