Zephyr, by amroth
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The warmth of your hand soothes my soul.
Release the angel within,
The comfort within.
You dispel the demons from my soul.
Alive when you whisper,
Here when you whimper
Demon be gone,
Night be gone.
We bathe together in a river of light,
Alive in our plight.
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| Posted: 2007-08-06 19:39:01 UTC |
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| 2007-08-16 00:08:35 | mward81 |
| Morton Salt |
| 2007-09-23 12:44:27 | User |
| This is very unigue..I like it! |