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Post by sergosa on Sept 3, 2011 4:07:20 GMT -6
The ripped fate's silver gossamers fly. And a quiet sadness, a ghost of miracle, Walks after them on its soft little paws Along a rainbow's hunchbacked shadow.
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Post by anirbas on Sept 9, 2011 0:24:35 GMT -6
I had no idea I had missed this gem, Sergosa! *exalt*
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