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v.v. dumb i wrote it two yrs. ago
written by freakroses11:28 AM 10/16/04i will put in my box
the song of the wood nymph that lives in my garden
the music of the brook that secretly bubbles through the forest
the dance of the leaves on a gusty autumn morn
i will put in my box
the sparkle moon light over a still lake
the howl of the lonly wolf through the mountains
the smell of trees the morning after a storm
i will put in my box
the tears of a phoenix over an open wound
the chant of the night faeries that bring you dreams
the deep velvet purple of the sky on a frosty night
my box is made from the elven silver and is draped in the darkest most delecate venisian lacein my box are the missed heart beats of when one sees some thing of exquizite beuatymy box shall echo my greatest memories |
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ha its really dumb
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| » Comments / Feedback | by Mars_Phoenix (10-16-2004 - 11:45 AM)
| hehe nah that is quite cool. |
by death_of_night (1-31-2005 - 01:59 AM)
by lonelyshadowangel (3-18-2005 - 11:46 PM)
| I like the things you put in the box, like the tears of a pheniox. |
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