Saturday, April 5, 2014 at 08:00
Zoy Clem in Otherworld, Otherworld

We had many encounters--the dream girl and I. Always in a quiet moment, and always alone, just the two of us, her knowing blue eyes mesmerizing me while her gentle tears cleansed me, washing away the misery of seeking and never finding.  She told me that she had waited many lifetimes for me, and would wait forever if need be,  but feared that when that chance encounter came, I would not recognize her, and like a rose cast into darkness, she would slowly wilt away.


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