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Ok. Who wants their ego stroked?

Reply with a message and I'll tell you something I adore about you. Then post this in your journal.

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derigueur
Apr. 18th, 2005 07:26 pm (UTC)
In the spirit of the post;

Hal, you run brilliant, creative and engaging Con games! And your waistcoats rock. And the afternoon we ran into each other in Melbourne was serendipitous and much more fun than otherwise planned. (Three is *not* a crowd!).

:)
halloranelder
Apr. 18th, 2005 08:49 pm (UTC)
Cool, cool! :)

To me you seem like an anchor, a rock to depend on. You make me feel safe and secure, able to weather anything the world throws at me.

Thank you.

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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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