Day dream

By Empress

Sat, 19 Nov 2011
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The language of morning speaks fragments of home, the people and happines.
Sometimes someone wandered slowly as they smoked on London roads.
Sometimes I remember stories like shadows behind friends, I become myself again.

Certificate U
Poem
Long Path
Fantasy

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Submitted by Empress on
Hafsa

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Submitted by scratch on
Empress, I wasn't in the mood to like something, but you just forced me to. Scratch. PS. It's late (for me) but craft this into gold.

 

Submitted by Leander42 on
Stories like shadows between friends - Brilliant!

 

Submitted by Savx on
Ooh, I like this! Savannah

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