Monday May 01, 2006

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I liked the way my hand looked on your head
And the presence of my knuckles.
But the beauty of this vision alone
Just like yesterday's sunset
Has been perverted by the sentimental
And mistaken for love.



Live - Iris
gamma:
Your poem reminds me of an a recent friendship that I just had to put an end to...beautiful, painful
gamma:
biggrin You could have gotten away with thieving it too!

How's things anyway?

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