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By Stephen Date: 2004 Apr 20 Comment on this Work [[2004.04.20.05.12.7252]] |
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Your love was a drive through a spring shower with windows down and your hair dampened by the storm Your hand was a wing dodging the many raindrops weaving against the air and flattening in resolute longevities of childish glee upon your face, never once depleting I stocked up on your devilish charm like a benevolent water tower for days as these, days of unfrequented happiness when all I see is the back of your head your face buried in your pink salty pillow as I stand long and hopelessly by your side Your sneering abyssal-eyed teddy bear: The only one who cares to hear my talk from better times he still curses the day I came along and took your youth away |