On the verso, steals;
Each moment laid bare to touch,
I found you: God led
The stash you made with
all our treasures; not just words:
they were ours; just ours..
I hope you will 'see'
and feel one day: what 'tis like -
where we were, today..
( _")
plagiarism
Sunday, October 23, 2005
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