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By Jane Rain Date: 2004 Aug 06 Comment on this Work [[2004.08.06.03.10.11458]] |
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You love my hair. Hair is fleeting, love is not. I love my scars. They will perpetually subsist In memory and in flesh. You love my eyes. These eyes shed tears for fleeting hair. These eyes see what I do to me. This heart knows to stop. This mind cares not. |