Zephyr

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By amroth

The warmth of your hand soothes my soul. Release the angel within, The comfort within. You dispel the demons from my soul. Alive when you whisper, Here when you whimper Demon be gone, Night be gone. We bathe together in a river of light, Alive in our plight.

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August 9, 2007 04:42more then just that girl

Definetly nothing I ever heard before, Very,Very deep Very Good

August 16, 2007 00:08mward81

Morton Salt

September 23, 2007 12:44User

This is very unigue..I like it!