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By darrenmc
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22 August 2007 |
midnight on the cold hillside
his hand around hers
gazing together at the
inky star-sprinkled sky
denim-clad legs entwined
the last wine bottle emptied
tongues, lips blue
but neither care, as scarlet shadows
sway past the vigilant moon
he hums to the dance
wondrous times will shake the earth.
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Hi Written by maipenrai (784 comments posted) 23rd August 2007 | good visuals, liked it. Bernie |
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