poesie
i sometimes think about how you touched my hands
they were cold yours were warm
thawing
we need what is taken
in time
which is abstract
you have found happiness
write your songs
sing them
and be
they were cold yours were warm
thawing
we need what is taken
in time
which is abstract
you have found happiness
write your songs
sing them
and be
posted by hilary at Monday, January 30, 2006
2 Comments:
we do need what is taken.
jesus.
sometimes, i come here...and things are just perfect.
I think Lukas has that right, this is very capturing...
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