:: Idle Neurosis ::
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:: Thursday, October 24, 2002 ::
my riddle for the night....
i can't touch the wind
but it caresses me
twirling my hair, enveloping my body
like the wind
transparent
i know you are there
i saw you in her eyes
in his smile as he thought of you
they say you exist
they swore to me
i thought you were knocking once
but it was the lonesome wind
you'll find me when i've forgotten to look
but i'll feel your amazing presence
a light, cool breeze on a warm summer night
stellar lady:: naughti 10:44 PM [+] ::
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