an image of your face, traced in white sand
in the morning i saw you staring out the window and smiling while you let a cloud of smoke fall from your lips and you looked so sweet and real I just wanted to wrap you up forever so I could remember that beautiful creatures like you do, in fact, exist. You said we should walk down the street for coffee and I put my shoes on and you put your shoes on and we walked, hand in hand down the street and drank coffee in the cold October air, smiling for no real reason.
2004-10-22 | 12:34 p.m.
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