The sky lies flat and solid as a sheet of paper, a backdrop to the summer-green filigree of leaves and branches. Old stone and young eyes; a song germinates in the warmth of your heart, but its winding vines elude your mind and you cannot quite catch hold of it. As things foretold, your dreams drift away between your fingers, hands outstretched
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I have some magnetic poetry! It's Shakespeare. I've seen the sex magnetic poetry and I must say, I am impressed you got one THAT clean!
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hehe well, the magnetic poetry is actually my housemates', it's on the side of the fridge and I play with it now and again. Megs actually made the best ones...though they weren't clean. *giiggles* idek how I managed that much clean, it wasn't easy. ^^;
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