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Sleeping awake

To the rise and fall of a soft cascade. Over the lips to slumber and the keep of echoes on the lay of a pillow. From the end of one and to the other, relax in the warm hush and whisper of sounds to drown out all else. Prelude to dreams made in reality and fantasy one with the hearts of two.

Soon Van - Wednesday, June 27, 2007 - 20:39

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