Romeo Soul Corpse Lyric to Myself A Fame Following the Flame 101 Ways to Say "Shy" Crazy Angel Adopt a fear Fateful Faith OceanBlack Pools Ode to Little Me Clutching a Robot Seeing your face awashed in yellow halos would the strike of that feeling like an arrow piercing my thoughts a midsummer sunshine peeling off old skin take flight in my head again- would your feet in sandals melt my exterior mask,] making me draw you, paint you, write you, dream you for years after again?
With one glimpse, would that false web of enthrallment cage me lingering until every scent of you has been washed off again?
My falling star was the twinkle in your eyes and after every storm is taken, every scent washed away would my thoughts scream anarchy-
After years with one glimpse would I know what to say again Page Design and Images copyright Moyra/MysticPC 1996,1997,1998,1999,2000.
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