| "hover" (08/03-07) |
[Mar. 11th, 2007|12:58 pm] |
you make me think of poetry; moments of lingering before finally giving in everlasting rewrite may pull a rank on my body
gauntlets knit a fine line here you have paths in the palm of my hand and so it is
you know me from the wrist to the palm of your hand do you ever admit to get lost in the maze
do you ever hold evidences just like i held them? |
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