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By chris Date: 2006 Mar 21 Comment on this Work [[2006.03.21.23.10.27981]] |
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You're a language I know I've learned because now even my thoughts take the form of you - my brown-eyed girl. The sheets twirl around our bare feet as we try it this way then that, doing it like it's our last chance, each one step ahead of the other - the ultimate dance - we close our eyes and an inner light illuminates a path between stars long ago burned out but which warm us with a heat still strong. |