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By chris Date: 2005 Jun 12 Comment on this Work [[2005.06.12.00.49.1832]] |
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i look up at the sky i am tired and dry dos tecate and lime (concrete blonde) you sleep curled up on the couch tv flickering in the dark a smile on your face because you know through the window i see you as i smoke a cigarette and the wind blows lightning flashes on all corners of the curving horizon that holds our little los angeles in the desert four springs in this place and it's spring again it's spring always now i allow myself this space because what i feel tonight can't be contained within four physical walls the clouds drift over my head heavy with moisture but no rain falls |