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Jan 11, 2005 10:20

Sometimes we get down to loneliness,
and poetry is just talking about things.
In the wake of those graceful verses,
Those boats loaded with spiced meat and jewels,
Is a silence meant to kill.

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wowandflutter January 13 2005, 01:11:33 UTC
methinks we should be friends . . .

oui ?

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thedillemmaemma January 13 2005, 15:49:37 UTC
c'est bien!

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