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|Sabbath: 11/07/2004 - 11:43 AM |
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distant yet carried signaling the departure of spirits I allowed too long to haunt calling me to move from their icy grasp. I step from shadows and their familiar embrace discard the sinewy tendrils of love lost's insistent phantoms lift my face up toward the sun and the warmth I find suits me. |
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