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By not*about*you Date: 2007 Feb 14 Comment on this Work [[2007.02.14.22.28.30701]] |
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Your eyes of chartreuse trace the points from my heart and mind... to every word in every line count each sigh i hide. My love from another time, lost in this great grand galaxy glistening of dim lights -- trace each pattern and find the numb: to sound, to sight, to heart, to home. Only few bright and large scatter in the sky among the fog. When did you forget my name? How did your compass not trace the route of my dream to you? It shall be a pact that these words winding whistling you shall hear for bearing - grasp. Few have this fine chartreuse caressing cups. Wave your flag, dearest, and I will point your compass to the home our hearts make love endlessly. |