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Game Play

Member since 2004 · Posted 2 Sep 2004 · 1 comment

A shudder runs through me Like a thousand feathers touching my skin To be in this moment forever is only a deceitful wish As one cannot trap love Love will never be contained It will flow through you Like the blood in your veins Poisening you with every misconception Yet it survives merely on hope Blessed by the existance of truth and certainty Therefore the balance remains AND WE WILL FOREVER ROLL THE DICE OF LOVE

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[10] sliver 4-Sep-04/11:24 AM Reply
Yes, we will. But hell, I like games of chance.