late ( you never called)

i felt the wind i know you were there in a silky pasture at the end of the earth. and slowly a cheetah smiles, and the scent of incense falls on us there are candles overhead for the sun to see (i love the way you look at dawn) literally/figuratively. all your tragedy is so beautiful, careful and slightly half in love

so give me nothing and i will hold the day forever -the wind at your feet is the sum of my dreams.

2003-02-21 | 1:43 p.m.
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