While walking to the store
along the root broken sidewalk
under the cherry tree tunnel
I thought about
holding your hand.
You sure are something else, you.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
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Textual accompaniment to the ringing in my ears. Shared for no one but spoken into the world before it dries up and dances madly in the wind.
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1 comment:
I just cant stop smiling at it. Like the expressions on your faces.
more please.
You made my day.
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