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A capricious young mind alive with reveries of vistas and granite hues, enthralling nocturnes and his touch in the night air. Disparate and removed you contemplated the stars, a life lived with arms outstretched beckoning the notional. Beneath the ceaseless sky you yearned for his warmth, to feel your ashen flesh adhere to his every fissure raising your arms to his celestial vantage you beckoned, once more. From the dimming light, above the distant horizon he rose - like the smoke of an ardent fire that resided within, ascending through your being, coming to rest upon your weary head, he suffused each lissom filament with a fragrance, eternal. ©Thomas Gabriel
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Dec 2, 2011
Dec 2, 2011 at 10:41 PM UTC
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A capricious young mind alive with reveries of vistas and granite hues, enthralling nocturnes and his touch in the night air. Disparate and removed you contemplated the stars, a life lived with arms outstretched beckoning the notional. Beneath the ceaseless sky you yearned for his warmth, to feel your ashen flesh adhere to his every fissure raising your arms to his celestial vantage you beckoned, once more. From the dimming light, above the distant horizon he rose - like the smoke of an ardent fire that resided within, ascending through your being, coming to rest upon your weary head, he suffused each lissom filament with a fragrance, eternal. ©Thomas Gabriel
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Dec 2, 2011 at 10:41 PM UTC
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