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Space
Cold fingers that caress my mind, and inspire
Breathless , one can only dream of you
Wonder defines , in a mind so corrupted
This vast place you give me
Blanketed in the heat of familiar suns
Lending light that we can see with small eyes
I cannot know what time says to my children
What you, Frozen lover hid in your embrace
They may perhaps, taste the tip of knowledge
If the cosmos wishes to share
If my children dare to care
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Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. - Buddha
Last edited by tecoyah; 11-04-2005 at 05:19 AM..
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