poetry = nonsense
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit

Eyes, blue ice
Eyes, blue ice. Golden strands soft as lace. Ice blue eyes. Ringlets of sunshine to embrace. Such joy. She greeted, bade me take a kiss off her lips red-crimson. I quivered and spake of sensibility and reason. Her life on the brink ...and mine. She disappeared in a blink leaving me something divine. [4/27/99]
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