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By not*about*you Date: 2007 Apr 16 Comment on this Work [[2007.04.16.15.09.16069]] |
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The heart we both buried is under the fruit tree The memories swept with the wind Can you feel the breath of the beating heart in your dreams? Hear the words in silent nights pounding at the minds eye... But the doors were closed, as many times before, this time forever sealed and sworn to never re-open, to never re-appear reborn. The heart of our fantastical thought desire in this parallel reality is buried under the fruit tree. I pick a peach, you pick an apple, we pick an olive fruit and spit the pits. As strangers we walk forgotten paths criss crossing colliding among fruit trees and pits and dripping juice at the sides of mouths fingers nails palms. Drip drop darkness arrives catching falling tears of the fruits very soul heart essence and body. |