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Your name spontaneously manifests in each
icicle of thought, and feathers out like cumulo nimbi.
I have to be careful - in my sleep and in my speech,
lest a wispy cloud should tumble out in a sigh.
` Touch me not...
Your name spontaneously manifests in each
icicle of thought, and feathers out like cumulo nimbi.
I have to be careful - in my sleep and in my speech,
lest a wispy cloud should tumble out in a sigh.
Posted by ..N.. at Thursday, February 22, 2007
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