| The Thrill of it All |
| chaos follows you when the world was still and water held no movement. rocks were thrown creating ripples never seen. i glanced away and wondered how it got so far pennies thrown and words drawn like pistols; bullets through the air strangers into friends into battle of wits. mundane reletivism. and i see you standing there next to me watching ripples fade glad to have survived the chaos that enveloped us that night. |
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| Updated: July 29 '05 |
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