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... of words and light
Thursday, November 5, 2009
prologue
flows into a new apace,
let's me in without boundaries*
dear diary...
In the kingdom of origin,
We sing of the great unknown
In the realm of wake,
We dress the fullness of day
With any colour we are
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Neya
November 5, 2009 at 9:37 PM
no boundaries..only love*
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