Friday, February 1, 2008

black eyes

dreams of you. walks with the bitter wind. kiss of what you get. I cried not easy, you returned the favor with a tear. No one was upset. Red hair and blue tears guided me to the door. Black and blue eyes made my trip down the stairs memorable. Sniff not what you can not smell, I think you blindly said. Flip the quarter, find tails, you find me. Is that not the map you left me with? Red eyed I fall into the blown up bed of your inspirations. Air don't whistle your secrets. Much as I thought, I could not find you in the folds.

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