giese
7/22/2008 10:12 pm
Last Read: 8/24/2008 5:49 pm
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The scent of summer rain beats a cool tattoo through sultry moonbeams. Your love could swallow the ocean. Your power could tame the beast that burns within the hurricane. I have sacrificed my longing, to walk like a ghost through the world unseen, to align the voice of reason with justice, to ponder the pleasures of patience, a marriage of convenience to shake the pillars of heaven, a perpetual shower to settle the dust and awaken the spring.
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