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10-27-2008, 09:09 AM
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Join Date: Dec 1969
Location: A
Posts: 1,169
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My heart Fills
I smell the dew against the rustling leaves. I feel the tenderness and tranquility that sits in my heart. As the thickness of the dew press against me, I allow the tenderness to spread throughout my entire body and auric space! I cling to the feeling of bitter~sweet lost loves and passions as I wander through the decay of vegetation. My passion spreads as I smell the musty smells along the path. Humm, I ponder the clinging to lost passions? Humm, a clue springs from me as I pass a moss covered stump that fills the air with thick, moist dew.... Lost passions?? Humm?? Clinging to me deep, deep in my tender heart!
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