The Piano Compositions by Situatist |
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 red as a night when he was swayed into your dreams tell no one of our excursions the stories began when he first opened The Book. |
phrases of light descended onto his dark as he read through the first chapter. that wood was old , almost green with mold.  ------------------------  Hit counter |
 he saw through me, confident as always. it is comforting, like shouldering a responsibility of yesteryears that long gone. |
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