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By chris Date: 2004 Nov 12 Comment on this Work [[2004.11.12.01.01.21642]] |
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seven sacred months of you of us and absolutely nothing above our heads to trust but space and sky and stars i think now of how far i came to find you and the intricate constellation of factors that led me here strung together on purpose it seems by something like the night we saw the hazy mass of andromeda through the scope in the desert cornfield but time and again faith yields to facts as cold as these nights have been and i admit i don't entirely believe in things i can't see but we are here and this profane holy communion of our own making more than suffices the warmth of your body is what's true there are no miracles my girl but you |