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Nov 22, 2006 04:10

Prophetic lust; the solemn way we dream of touch.. Lay low in absentia.
Faith blinded trust; the lonely ache to believe to much.. Lay low in absentia.
Constructing pearls from the sand, designed by some soveriegn hand..
and as if by quaint demand, we say.. keep this a secret, my friend.
Words traverse miles; notes sparking unseen smiles.. Lay low in absentia.
Misread and filed; fiction is best left to a child.. Lay low in absentia.
We find such provoking schemes, hatched in lucid dreams..
Fate's resewn the seams, and only a fool knows what it means..
To lay low in absentia.
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