tending my garden (yours/mine copy)
remember we own the same copy of turin brakes, by accident the world made us whole and two to one you (sunsets) and me (sunrise) or the backwards way is true sometimes we just step forward, lightly we roll around these games that come in time to melt us down, work us to the bone one more wasted day days without you, i tend to turn my head away from anything that isn't or can't breathe for you just straddled lives, we lead, these weary eyes of mine want so badly sometimes to look your way again and see your nervous downward looks (you have so many) and parts of them (the looks) are parts of you, just one more solitary sign of life that makes you so carefully endearing.
2004-06-23 | 5:49 p.m.
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