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silver nicotine
Contributed by
iodinelove
on
Tuesday, 14th February 2006 @ 02:31:33 PM in AEST
Topic:
abstract
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Five minutes and forty five stars count my breath and hold the moon a silver nicotine.
The darkness holds my hand my fears a soft burlesque reflected in the moonlight.
I sleep sleeping softly soundly slipping past a sea of glass grass and white tea.
she meets me there.
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iodinelove
... [
2006-02-14 14:31:33] (Date/Time posted on
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