09-25-2008, 02:07 PM
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yet seldom member
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Join Date: Mar 2002
Location: below the whitesausage equator
Posts: 1,853
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The snow gently fell in tiny clumps and bits
frozen lace resting on my fingertips
Shimmering in the bright morning sunshine
The taste on my lips like a sweet frozen wine
Passion's fervor has left it's residue of blush
I feel your cheek burning..should I speak, shall I hush
Silence is golden yet so hard to bear
So I move closer to you and these words I share
"We have waited so long for this..."
"But there´s still something that I miss..."
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