tag:dreamwidth.org,2009-04-24:119236A Story of Coincidence and ChanceBC HolmesBC Holmes2009-09-07T18:49:34Ztag:dreamwidth.org,2009-04-24:119236:499896Thought for the Day2009-09-07T18:49:34Z2009-09-07T18:49:34Zpublic0<blockquote><p>Like the taste of warm, sweet lips in December you have come.
<br>At the moment, my love?, all is lost, but I can get you some.
<br>The path to it is deep (and deadly?), buried well inside.
<br>If I'd told you differently I surely would have lied.
<br>Little you cared, thoughtlessly, devoid of self concern.
<br>Invited you, I, carelessly, and waited for my turn.
<br>You crept up like a remnant high, clouded and remiss,
<br>and just as softly left me there with nothing but a kiss.
<p>— "Remnant High", Elijah Graves
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