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BLUE SUN ROOM FILK
Um yeah this is a easily defined poem.... but im not going to you can figure that our your self
CATEGORY: FILK TIMES READ: 1836 RATING: 10 SERIES: FIREFLY
Step lightly through the halls
Ancient rug soft beneath your feet
Dark wood emphasizing the walls
Worn patten blends into the stains
Feel the soft fibers in the wall
Aged fixitures cast little light
Moonlight shows the worn path
Squecks and groans from well walked boards
Finger tips tough the cold metel on the doors
Well worn tracks disappear beneath your feet
Smell the musk of time
Look out the window to the dark snow
Watch the cold glass steam form your breath
Run back to the old
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Thursday, May 11, 2006 2:09 AM
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