for her (the way it is)

summer comes slowly. and all the way, you fall on me and we lay, tragic on the beach, tender as a mind and stil, suddenly the heat turns us on and all our dreams fall (mine)- but somewhere we can feel the wind like it never left see the moon like midnight twenty-four hours a day. but it's dawn and the dreaming man is dead.

i know your name now.

2003-02-21 | 3:23 p.m.
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