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Oct 6, 2007, 05:26 AM
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DriverHeaven Senior Member
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Midnight
Midnight In The Garden Of My Heart
Moonlight works its magic, shining down. Scattering moonbeams all around Darkness flees as the light moves on Illuminating corners of the still wet lawn Silvery light creeps on to where darkness looms To the secret bed where the dark rose blooms Crowned by petals as black as a raven Beautiful, elegant, proud, and unbroken My dark rose, my lover, my friend Silvered by moonlight and loved without end Worshipped, loved, adored, without trying Always standing proud at the centre of my being |
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Oct 6, 2007, 07:57 AM
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VETUS INFLATIO
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got a good visual from this one vampy...very very good. I would love to see a story board with this poetry too.
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Oct 7, 2007, 05:27 AM
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Oct 7, 2007, 07:07 AM
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Oct 7, 2007, 05:36 PM
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