lovesong for my catharsis

eyes away and down turns a head hers this little head of hers so long was had to be my own private catharsis and now a steady stack of downward glances small apalachian cheeks that once so pulled the hair back from my head from my eyes and so long now so long since the broken back of those days has healed has grown has moved on and now her (of the stoney eyes, soul-bending ways, but good fine kisses) with her looks down don't bother me at all...

2004-09-17 | 10:55 p.m.
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