Hidden eeries of desire echo to angelsongs of love: Watching Her

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Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Watching Her

T he night clothes her in darkest samite That blends into the fragranced haze As blue smoke blurs the mellow light And forms its shifting, drifting maze From the breathing of the lost. My heart stutters with each luminous trace Of her, and begs me to accost This vision, to pursue her, to chase Until... Sign in to see full entry.

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