A shimmer-glass globe
Holds those gone September days,
Long past, far away.
Hope’s infinity, encased—
Treasure sealed in time preserved.
I shake it gently:
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Here’s to my latest encounter with inter-sex relationships. It’s a new year for me and I’m already off to an interesting start. The latest thing that I have done to increase my chances of being called weird is send a girl named Lily, whom I’ve never met, pearls. 1,874 more words