Feb 17, 2005 19:36
i* love*
washing out on top of me the residue of pretty things ....
in search of destination
i watch your eyes move to older things and am encumbered by a book
i've never read......rain rain on my head ...red red why red ?
yes i can see what you see but if i have a choice.........blindfold me
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