the science of scribblings

pages, put forth no ryhmes but still in the rhythm of a heartbeat, mine. puts faith in pen and leans forward you so close, page, as every god they wrote about and comes clean, sure golden soul and direct as confessional you bask and lean against the rest and i'll surely get to them too, one day soon, but now: i am falling in love with you daily (for the first time)

2003-12-09 | 4:38 p.m.
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