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Nov 2011
Silver*
whispers sweet nothings.
Silver
sings on fading moons.
Silver
melts with metallic warmth.
Silver
lights an undiscovered cave.
Silver
rests on elegant fingers.
Silver
becomes the tap of rain on tin roofs.
Silver
is the color of the soul.
Monica Belle Brand
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Monica Belle Brand
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