Posted on Apr 22nd, 2009
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Shanti
Did it always begin with a Big-Bang? before that, coming and going under the bed the dust gathers feathers in a teapot A light brew, with a twist of flight The Scientests were Mad all... More »
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Posted on Dec 12th, 2008
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Shanti
Conversing with time, she listens as the plot unfurls. Relaxing into the part, twisting her fingers through the threads of thought. They come in waves, of mine then yours; holy on thier divisive mission of... More »
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Posted on Nov 19th, 2008
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Shanti
Letting it all fall into place, The stars scatter through the space that we reached for. Always wanting more, (Of what? Did we ever stop to ask?) the way I feel this need to... More »
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