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By twinkle Date: 2003 May 01 Comment on this Work [[2003.05.01.17.40.4438]] |
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the words you have spoken to me in the past are branded on my heart, steaming and brimming and staying i was reclined beneath the kindness of your summer cherry tree. your words spilling onto my skin the feathered petals burying my shape in a pink rainstorm until your distance became clear you looked to someone else did you mean to steal me? i may travel through christmas and april no blossom memories whisper to my world but soon, but inevitably, one touch of your words falls from the night and burrows into my hands where i may not forget. and there i am after too many carefully guarded hours still trapped by the piercing heat of your shadow. |