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Monday Aug 29, 2011
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write once
scratch twice
crumple it up & throw it out
a good idea
at first
never wanders far
before it is squashed
maybe
just maybe
once
an idea cuts through the filter
Monday Aug 29, 2011
A passionate embrace on an icy street
A flip
a turn
a hand on your waist
tongues searching
for souls lost
how could I have forgotten?
the heat
Summer night
sandals in the park
Gazing up at stars...
innocent little dress
the smell of your skin
heavy breath
how could I have forgotten?