Thirty-one grains of Sand and six Seashells
number the days and years we strolled
along Seal beach, our dreams were tolled on bells.
Semper Fidelis, now I hold.
The walk a march, my vigil on Water's edge.
A cold comfort is found in Word.
The march a sprint, vain dare to leap the ledge
to wretched guilt and dreams disturbed.
I miss my Loss, my consistency veil,
a shield from the chilly draft of dawn.
But Morning will come and He shall not fail,
For we must Paddleboat at the Pond.
We all must sleep and night is upon Him,
So all, in one voice, paying tribute. Sang -
*** In tribute to my brother Sang Kim













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<Riku> why is they then say no justu i if it is a jutsu===
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guilty by design
shes nothing more than fiction
she dreams in digital
because its better than nothing
and now that control is gone
it seems unreal
~Orgy
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Love once, laugh twice, life keeps on rolling...
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"Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I shall fear no evil, for You beside me
you rod and staff comfort me, and I shall spend all my days,
in the house of the Lord." - Abridged Version
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<Riku> why is they then say no justu i if it is a jutsu===
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