Dec 22, 2003 10:44
You are woman, felt less by my attention, and when it strays, I feel you drown in thought. I have loved, will love, do know that you love, and we love together, when we are temporary and living here. Attached by the hip, stopped by gazing, your essence is my interest.
My love cannot rescue you. I saw you sleeping at your funeral.
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