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RemoteUser -> Bottom (3/3/2014 8:14:51 PM)
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Not romantic, or lustful. Perhaps a shiver in the moment after.
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I cast a stone into the pond
to watch it sink and drown
it broke the water's features
and it tumbled down and down.
I marvelled at the ripples
as they rose and spread to fall
too many to be counted
and I could not know them all.
In times I've been the water
in times I've been the stone
but now they are together
and now I am alone.
The mirror slowly cleared itself
until there was no trace
of wrinkles on its surface
or the mar upon its face.
And with the water clear again
the stone was plain to see
lodged far beyond my furthest reach
a sunken memory.
In times I've been the water
in times I've been the stone
but now they are together
and now I am alone.
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