whisper clouds

with foiled plots and I�m just laying there, thinking how nice to put my arms around you, how nice to hear you smile how nice to hear your breathe watch fingers rest on a table, on your lap, watch your eyes roll over pages heart skip a beat at just-so intervals and sky reaches for you in the dark, I can hear it falling hear it trying, like all of us, to be closer to you.

2003-12-31 | 12:22 p.m.
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