Friday, July 18, 2008

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when the chick is matured
the eagle must fly,
the eyerie's no more,
thy domain's the sky;
thru' storm and wry weather,
each feather, take root,
for thru' flame erupts glory,
and passion, to boot.


i miss the old you.

posted by xin! @ 10:18 PM

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