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Some days the trembles leave an eerie tic a light goes on and off suns spin and throw fiery darts moon ever faithful moon holds blue secrets in her neverland eye from the galaxies to my little breath it�s a long track leave me standing in the arms of bees you are unsung and beautiful I hear prisms hold music and answers I hang crystals in my house to attract the sun two magpies behind the neighbour�s fence watching the doves circle circle circle hold on, peace is on the phone tic ~shalome Copyright � 2006 2007. All Rights Reserved. |