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April 24th, 2005

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05:35 am - the beginning of a poem, hopefully a song
Feelings linger running fingers running through her hair
Subtle whispers whisper nothing you would ever share
Lips are locking locking rooms in which your secrets lie
Secrets are like circles made concentric in your eyes
And in the ears of bournegans who practice what they preach
A hymn to all our teachers and the minds they’ll never reach
I’ve learned a lesson from the Hessians in their loyalty
We cast our nets like fisherman enamored by the sea
My love is like an hourglass the sands of time may wane
But curse the cynic and his words that render love enane
Current Mood: gratefulgrateful
Current Music: the hum of my computer

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Date:April 24th, 2005 09:41 am (UTC)
I like it. Especially the last two lines.

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