The moon's sweet dew-drops twinkled in her eyes,
As the scarlet sunset dripped, dropped its guise —
Droopy, upon a soft, sodden shoulder.
The sun's dying breaths soon stained the night,
With faint whispers of white, smouldering light —
Falling gently upon this soft, sodden shoulder,
As days became ever colder, ever colder.
I'm clawing my eyes out in need of more. Also, I called you the best writer on the forums, and Star denied it. We are now in pitched combat -- thanks me.
Also: I am now your disciple, as Haru was Jube's.
05-Nov-2007 21:17:03
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