Posted on Apr 24th, 2008
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RaSun
Sweet, sweet womban....warm and deep like summer Ocean, Your head has never left my shoulder, though we be `parted, But, what is space, or time? They disappeared when I was with You, 6, was our... More »
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Posted on Apr 11th, 2008
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RaSun
"Would one call these pearls or seeds? Wise words like water, `pon fertile minds, bleed. Flowing, at ease, unequalled, even by the Seven Seas...." * Whether you pour, into a cup, a scorchingly hot or... More »
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Posted on Apr 1st, 2008
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RaSun
Current mood: electric Love is longing and longing, the pain of being parted No illness is rich enough for the distress of the heart, A lover's lament surpasses all other cries of pain. Love is... More »
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