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In the hour of long shadows, when the sun's closing his eyes and the moon is hung on the stars; I whistling of long forgotten memories, and shades in the doorway where you stand like a lover. Fires burn high, and finding the pieces will only be harder.
Young Adult - Fiction Rated: M - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 4 - Words: 3,253 - Reviews: 1 - Updated: 7-30-08 - Published: 4-27-08