Dec 22, 2003 19:59
my fingers are lonely if i'm not holding you. so
i create when i cannot make you sing. bends and folds in wires
the bones of figures born from my palms...i want them to dance
like i do - near you.
i dont think i'll spend a single moment without something in my hands...if i am not making my own beauty, i am distracted by yours (and its
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[translates words into melodies]
it just comes out better that way.
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