Feb 23, 2005 15:55
i turn slowly
exposing the naked surface of my cheek
to sun and before you and this audience
i fake a smile
i think it might be the weather
making me feel so stark and white
quiet eyes caress my body
patient and waiting for something remarkable
perfect and precious
nothing beautiful shows its face
i could have sworn there is something
i have to
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