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In my palm (Other) by Prince of Void

In my palm My universe seems still pathless In my poem My sense is silently endless In my heart Your face is wordlessly ageless In my dream My soul is timelessly placeless In my wine My love is tranquilly restless In my galaxies The secret of being is mysteriously traceless do you think of it ?

zodiac 26-Oct-05/5:16 AM
Hey, there was one great fad a couple of years ago that really rocked. It was called Making Sense Occasionally, you should check it out.




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