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your silence
impenetratable
black as ebony
creeping shadows
stealing dusk's
riot of colors
no moonlight
can unmask
the hidden quietude
of my crested
distance
still i securely delight
for unto us...
not even your silence
nor my distance
can blur
intimacy
pambie herrerra,7/8/2003
this is my sanctuary, and when you wish to enter, I shall take your hand, then I'll show you my wonderful, my amazing, my awesome, then I will hope, that you would be like flowers, touched by butterfliers...
Borrowed from "My Girl and I"
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