| Something...everything comes to mind in a mad rush. Crushing the moment right before speech and racing towards the instant of contact. That first contact. That fleeting moment of absolute uncertainty. That unrecoverable stitch. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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This property was reserved by songster I'm 24 years old, from Canada. | |||||||||||||||||||||||
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She has a smile for every hour guarded lovers in a tower. She kept his love alive and true jailed below a sky of blue. She held him in a sweet embrace waiting for his death to face. She warned him of the coming dawn knowing soon he would be gone. She knew the sercrets he would not tell listening to the mourning knell. p> | |||||||||||||||||||||||
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