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By twinkle Date: 2002 Apr 21 Comment on this Work [[2002.04.21.14.40.20096]] |
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you are in the quiet swing silent on my porch i will wait for you through the wilting roses through a thousand sunsets alone in the night, i can feel the wind liquid through my skin and melting me away i do not need you i can live without you here but in my bleeding brokenness, i wonder where you went and i will find you in my mind I will trace the lines of this painting with my desires, fine and dark. |