Snippet of creation
Pale eyes, tinged with time
Looking back, through dreams
Then forward, to death.
Looking back, through dreams
Then forward, to death.
posted by Krista at 8:59 AM
Friday, December 16, 2005
She
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Skipping Stones
Ripples
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sometimes a spark is enough to start a revolution
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