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By redplasticroses Date: 2008 Jul 02 Comment on this Work [[2008.07.02.21.04.27965]] |
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The old clock still ticks too loud at 3 a.m. as the wind parts the lace curtains yet another storm approaches the scent of rain fills the room rain slapping the leaves of the Chinese Maple quiets the crickets so I can clearly hear my mind speak all my epiphanies arrive at this hour mine are the hands that only hours earlier lit lavender scented candles poured red wine and massaged your warm skin ever so slowly so tenderly I study my hands in the flash of lightening wondering how they could have led me astray |