Thursday, August 20, 2009

My dragon

We walk the night with our flickering lamp and beaming smiles, happy with what we have through our trials; Unconcerned with where we're at. In our journey through the dark hand in hand we see the dragon so grand with his den of gems and i walk up to him and say, there is a treasure on my forth finger that means more to me than you could ever measure....

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