Friday, February 22, 2008
powder
blue eyes, how you made me swallow what I wanted to spit. Travel with me with a laugh and wink. I sat in the back of that van as the snow fell, I was almost there. Sam begged for my sandwich, I blindly dreamed of everything I was headed for. The fear of lies never entered. Blind and deaf I flew to our engagement. If only I had heard, if only I had seen, if only I had smelled the powder of your mind.
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My hopes are that the demons have been purged now that the words are in print. Not necessary to say but will anyway......"lessons learned"
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