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The Slip A stranger discussing Ordinary things, Polite, formal and kind, Asking about love and life, And my wholesome smile, slips…
I see it slide, glide slowly, As I try catch before it hits ground, To shatter soundlessly. The world and I, Unaware how and why… ~Glowing Embers~ 18th July 2005 |
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