Thursday, January 25, 2001

 
a wonderful thing , that magnetic poetry . . .
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my eyes explore your magnificent lips
caress your cinnamon skin
your voice whispers in my ear
and resounds in my soul
how long is forever ?
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why do those words lose all beauty when freed from their little white prisons ?

posted by emily oi! at 7:51:00 PM


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