i cant remember your face
yet your grace
how your hair interlaced
how it made me haste
every time i gazed...
...i remember still
clinging like a dead agapornis' quill
or maybe i do remember still
Friday, July 10, 2009
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this blog is a collection of feelings, a memorandum, an epistle, an effort to keep her distant... yet close.