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sweetheart how you glow through sandstorms in my mind and every day,
like 4 a.m.
always comes we're all living by lamplight and now, here,
strange as agelessness i'm so encapsulated by your myth
stories drawn on stone (handed down from the gods) in history books before me during me waiting on me
to begin to love you and now,
sacred as holy texts written 10,000 BC you find me in the dark so careful as time capsules and helping grass to grow and knowing only you are calming as great green seas
and
i'v known you since before i was born.

you're the wind that brings the roseblossom smells
like so, at this point i just want to smell your skin while you sit idly reading pamphlets on the stars...

2003-11-20 | 7:03 p.m.
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