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Glittering pathways like diamonds and jewels,
Leading, beckoning, lighting my way home,
Flurries of soft gifts drifting down from heaven,
A cloak of black and blue velvet hanging above.
No souls, no breaths, no hums of life,
Just me, and the air, and the frigidness of night.












2/9/2008



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by Kambriel

POEWHIT
I like the last line a real vain of GOLD

( Posted by: poewhit [Member] On: February 11, 2008 )





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