C.C.: Fortune Tellers

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Thursday, December 24, 2009

Fortune Tellers

The fortune tellers. He speaks: Our hands they meet like children, trembling, cold. Already how my past begins to pall. If there be truth, then let that truth be told. The answer lies within your crystal ball. Your eyes are strangers, sparking fire as green as emeralds, my eyes are guardians of my... Sign in to see full entry.

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