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| what do you make of this? you and i? it's all pleasantly plump- lemongrass sip the cream stir around fall fall leaves beneath the morbid trees grazen haze clouds above dirt below crumble shallow dry & soft talcum soft press the dough have you ever felt this before? as soft as a babe's tush- it is, i swear and maybe as pure face glass eyes indigo can you see the promise of a thing? you cannot see through my eyes- you can't i try to let you in- it's a special place my eyes, it's sacred, you do not want to see it- you refuse, i cry with sincerity at the loss of a dream a high school crush- naive and wholly giving denied- welcome to heartbreak, my friend welcome to the initiation- well, here- have a taste of this, give me your innocence give me your eyes- they shouldn't shine so bright. nov. 2002 |
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