Naked Pictures Of Voices In My Head, Again!: Treasure

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Friday, May 2, 2008

Treasure

Treasure As I ride the taunting ripples Of life's red (golden sea), My treasure by my weary side The sun, it slips beneath me. I fear the darkness, as it comes With its cold wet hands; Slapping me on my sunburned back As if, somehow, we're friends. The fear of black; I'm blind! No moon to guide my... Sign in to see full entry.

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