colors:
red met yellow
so close
getting closer
then they fell
words:
up late
winds through a window
keeping her up
thoughts are a barrel roll
and so vivid
the stars
are hers
fine creases unfurl
next day
sunlight
amber tones
struck her eye
was it sudden
land sickness
or was it just
him?
-P@
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
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