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Dream Dust
Feb 07, 2005 18:40
Moments are what we are made of,
fleeting kisses,
snatches of love,
pieces of hope.
As we fly through the world,
we touch all,
yet in the end we always finally settle,
to coat everything with the sweet dust,
of memory.
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