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♊ Book of Distant Tales ♊



LXVI This day they lay, on the table of frozen stone on their own. I hold them up to watch gravity bring them down. Feelings exist.. though' mine now slumber with-in bowls of silence... ..^,.,^.. It's nothing but bramble; but words were designed with organization in mind. ^,.,^ When we get hurt, or just fall, it's not the acts of god that help us rise, but the idea of him that makes us crawl. ^,.,^

Posted by: Draikule Fri Sep 18, 2009 @ 08:21am

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