wordless

and so rain, girl of the storm and song and look, like this, air from my lungs and these are yours, words from my fingers and mouth, and this belongs to you: so something, subtler than moonlight and someday we'll see it bigger than mars and know, words: the last rites of an unfailed at life with winters spent thinking about you and time spent knowing you exist. this, now and for you.

2003-09-01 | 8:04 p.m.
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