Still I want to feel the thirst and the shimmer,
desiring you, fired by you, blinded by glimmer.
Where did you come from, this city that strikes
out at them all in the electirc bright night?
Wakes them with questioning song-rustled light,
always the waltz and never the dirge.
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Thanks, man.
I'd like to see some of your pictures sometime.
:)
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your artistic prowess is frigigin amazing. i mean....... woah coolness on the pictures like bigtime! u own at this. and yeah the picture of the flowers... that is coolio. and then poetry at the beginning? darn too good i must say. well rachel have a good one.
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