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The Key
Contributed by
pastiche247
on
Tuesday, 17th August 2004 @ 07:59:49 AM in AEST
Topic:
InternetLove
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The faint caress of ghosts:
The tapping fingers talk
Transparent in the cable
Whispers through the timeline
Kneeling in the desert
She tells him of her dreams
He blushes in the garden
Where its cold enough for snow
And when they part
Theres nothing left but
Prints of fingers
Kissing plastic keys
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2004-08-17 07:59:49]
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Re: The Key
(User Rating: 1 )
by darkplaidbabe on
Tuesday, 17th August 2004 @ 09:43:17 AM AEST
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wow, this is truly intriguing. one of the only internet love poems ive ever really liked. great write!!! (and good luck with your relationship.)
lovelovelovelove, Brynna |
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