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|Yearning: 09/15/2004 - 3:11 PM |
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within discordant shadows and quarreling winds waiting for feathers to fall upon my somnolent limbs wondering if hope felt unfamiliar on your tongue wondering if its aberrant syllable harmless without context caught in your throat at inconvenient times. Do you shiver as it passes your lips in the witching hour lest your whisper be heard? Like the hush of love only having no captive no motive no imposter. |
Job Opening, Likely Temp Work - 11/30/2005 Damn It - 10/08/2005 True Words For Too Many - 10/07/2005 A Drop of Golden Sun - 10/07/2005 Fraud - 10/01/2005 |