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By chris Date: 2006 Jan 03 Comment on this Work [[2006.01.03.03.27.29387]] |
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up late talking baby names - "consuela?" "consuelo" "a name must be like music" "lola?" "hell no!" and so it goes - the same conversation from years past but now different maybe because i've grown up and can feel only elation at the thought of a part of me of you formed by something like magic then thrown off into a future vast as space and the light from the other room makes your face an old world masterpiece painted in a time i can barely comprehend i close my eyes and kiss your forehead seeing only black and sheer worlds without end |