where it is when it happens

So a book came out
when I started I wanted to moan away
and endind wanted nothing more than
laying there quiet
next to her
whoever she was
was beautiful
and life-like
fresh fruit from the vines and trees
makes wine for saints to lay backwards and
admire.

Beautiful is in the wrist.



2004-01-06 | 1:28 p.m.
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