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HeatherlyButterfly
01-23-02, 12:38 AM
Spirit rain your soft golden song.

Let your perfect love color my deepest secret's chill.

I long to sip of your living breath,

And feat off of this strange warm balm.

Ask me about all these dream-shadowed crosses,

As the eart has not yet seen.

I am less without the light.