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I live...

Survived the con.

Just went and looked at my friends posts for the last week and a bit. Had to skip back over 525 to see them all. Wow, you guys can talk! :)

I feel on top of the world. Thanks to everyone who was involved. To put things into perspective, my house at home is most likely an absolute disaster, and I don't really care. Worrying about it now won't make a lick of difference, so I'm not going to bother.

I've improved, a lot!

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lokicarbis
Mar. 31st, 2005 02:33 am (UTC)
my house at home is most likely an absolute disaster, so I'm not going to bother.

Me too and me neither.

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Desert Rose

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of fire
Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire

This desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing's as it seems

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower
This rare perfume, is the sweet intoxication of the fall

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