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By not*about*you Date: 2007 Apr 16 Comment on this Work [[2007.04.16.17.04.28901]] |
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As quickly as you appear, you disappear my love. Dearest friend why the torture? Do you not remember that I am nothing without you? Do you not recall the sunset sunrise as I swallow sailing pride alone the oceans hues of blues and greens against the reds and golds and yellows of you? And as my knight can you not rescue me just once again? You have left me in a pile of boredom -- even the flowers look dull in my room in their arrangement of three. The paintings of you are reduced to a little square I hold in my palm in a red, a blue and a silver gold line of clues. |