| Everywhere I go I find that a poet has been there before me. |


My girlYour fingers tangle with mine, Small Delicate My hands dwarf yoursMy girl
And
I'm almost afraid I'll crush them. The music begins,
Low.
Growing louder, Louder, Till it flies Entwining us And we dance You're the only thing that matters I promise you, My girl.
The others have gone, We're alone The music
Is silent. Silent Save for the sound of our feet And the whisper of the wind One dance Just one to
Our song, The music soars in the air Flying Encircling us
With its
PS...come to my gallery
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...the world is a stage, but the play is badly cast...
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Baby cheetah!
have nice and
my
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being consciousness is a torment
the more we learn is the less we get
every answer contains a new quest
a quest to non existence, a journey with no end..
*Apophysis *Tubaholics-Anonymous ~DeviousFractals =DarkArtists-Inc
You have a real good one as well
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i give u candy, why so serious? want a lollipop?
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