A Smile Escapes, Because My Closet Holds No Bones.

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By Loneliness is condescending •

Solitary field of innocence Playful breeze passing through the hair of a solid dreamer Eyes a light with worlds so far away Draped in flowing fabrics of white Nearly clothed in wedding dress The ends long eaten by black smoke Waking you from caravans and mystique A simple butterfly to grace your cheek The simplicity of joys All is well again

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October 14, 2005 21:29waterlily

lol at the title..."sounds as if you are nearlee purrfect like mary poppins or something"...a solid dreamer? that seams different to my ears...nearlee clothed in wedding d ress? dire us? duress? lol..i love caravans and mystique i must say...and butterflies as well...in many places your poem is swell...

October 6, 2006 16:04lost the lonely dead

*snickers softly* such a picture of you two