By taintedone
Date: 2001 Oct 12
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[[2001.10.12.18.08.12040]]

aT NiGht

always lying to myself
               (for you)
truth about us a dismal gray
and when I close my eyes
    I can dream us into rainbows
forget the times I haven't smiled
                (all the time)
warp bitter reality into
     upside down sweet sculpture
these hands, these eyes
         that look and feel you
they are the same that
         recreate you
making all the no's to yes
                 (it works)
  well enough to be a lullaby.