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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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halloranelder
Apr. 18th, 2005 09:08 pm (UTC)
Please, stop inflating my waistcoat's egos. They're big enough as it is. :)

I love your energy, your enthusiasm, your smile, your clothes, you in general. I love how you make me feel, and how you make my friends feel.

Thank you.

*hugs*
paradigmshifty
Apr. 18th, 2005 11:19 pm (UTC)
Perhaps it might be nice to mention who makes those waistcoats that everyone likes so much? Credit where credit is due...
halloranelder
Apr. 19th, 2005 01:10 am (UTC)
I do beleive I mention that draquin made them every chance I get, but I'll point it out again, just in case! :)
gypsyamber
Apr. 19th, 2005 04:42 am (UTC)
aww. *hugs*

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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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