POETRY IS REPEATING YOUR NAME and over in the midst of watching you slowley spin with your arms wide open and your hair floating above the softest of shoulders creating a dance worth writing about (and even though its all in my head) i can see you right in front of my face forcing my fingers to move and opening my heart to spill this out just to watch your eyes turn from left to right once your captured into reading love put to a sentence and a sentence put to music....how can we be able to float among the living? jumping off the starlight, ive summersalted into every last trace of your hand....(over and over and over)
2006-06-09
09:19:03
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