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By twinkle Date: 2002 May 04 Comment on this Work [[2002.05.04.19.17.30461]] |
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the kind buildings across the road have glowing peach walls the sun seems to favor. i can feel the warmth from over here, like burnt summers that sigh me out to twilight rims in easy hours from the east, my skin melts away left to wander lamplit paths in Paris your song still haunts me there and pales the beauty, but no matter. i can still breathe. the trees have shriveled up, my dear, but i still search in apple orchards in sweet slow motion i find you in the wind - too quickly sinking back into the sky trailing lightly into dusk. |