In your light I learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest,
where no one sees you,
but sometimes I do,
and that sight becomes this art.
Wednesday, April 20, 2005
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Such short-life one does have. With just one chance to make it right. Much triviality complex and redundant. Adding spices to an otherwise bland and tasteless trial.
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