Book of Glances: Burn
May I love you around the edges
like coals buried deep seen only at
like crisp dawn glowing ribbon-red when
like noontide hasn’t yet washed in to
like soft words erode the
like I do.
May I love you around the edges
like coals buried deep seen only at
like crisp dawn glowing ribbon-red when
like noontide hasn’t yet washed in to
like soft words erode the
like I do.
A personal narrative.
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Dude, you eroded the edges of your lines. I can’t tell if that’s genius or not.
June 16th, 2006 at 7:56 amNeither can I. But I guess we’ll never know, seeing as I’m not dead yet :)
dan
June 16th, 2006 at 8:08 am