hunger

and figuring you out may be worth it if i take the time, or want to try and maybe, one shining morning when the clouds are not too far apart,
i will.
and maybe then, we'll be leaning on each other and twisting our arms around each others bodies and wrecking our last justices with footsteps left in the sand we danced on and on the walls where i leaned you in to touch my lips to yours and
it all comes back to you, all comes down to you, laying shiftless on the green earth and every last dawn and dusk will be ours.

2003-05-11 | 3:08 p.m.
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