Sunday, December 14, 2008
say it is beautiful then look away
Soil rich and eyes vibrant, I gave you a kiss that sprouted wings and danced upon eyelid before it enveloped into the slits of your dogged eyes. You said to me I stare at the sunrise too long. So I am sorting clouds and buying syntax, to become a meticulous machine you would have let your lens linger upon.
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