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May 20, 2005 01:20

in a land of kisses and sunshine, of blades of grass dripping with dew from the morning mists, you're there with them.
and somewhere far. far from you. i keep fleeing. with the blades of grass and morning dew, growing into thick sharp blades, grazing my legs, and stinging.

then you never went to follow. you simply stayed with them. the elusive

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__combatbaby May 20 2005, 08:26:20 UTC
BEAUTIFUL

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