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why is it when i dream it always seems that never dream alone!?
are tou with me, sweet saraphina?
to dance as the free spirits we are, do we only enslave ourselves in the manacles of reality. as two schards of glass everdistant and yet parellel in thought
muscles melt and flesh decays
so where are we now?
so where the hell are we now?
i can't see... touch or smell love
i hear of it!
have i tasted it?
Posted by ratsruger
at 3:24 PM CST
