Guest guest Posted February 5, 2003 Report Share Posted February 5, 2003 Under the stars, between dark clouds >From each pine branches spread out to cover this rock like hands of the gods. How could I know, that after all these years. I would see your last work so high in this night. A slice of the moon, razor thin. Cutting the seal to reveal what is hidden within the heat of our tears. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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