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By ~*Truelies*~ Date: 2001 Jul 09 Comment on this Work [[2001.07.09.16.15.4395]] |
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Copper on my fingers, Surging through my veins; Copper kisses lingering on my lips, And the taste that doesn't fade. Copper photos in my brain, With your copper skin and Copper hair, Just piled there In that scruffy, ruffled look You call styled. Those copper freckles, That live only for the sunshine Come and go like the days Of this perfect summer With it's copper sunset, Casting shadows on the love We never quite make Each night together As we fall into eachother And sleep, 'til the next day, And that the follows. And like copper, Our love never rusts. |