Wednesday, September 9, 2009

the trapeze swinger.

Please, remember me... Happily... By the rosebush laughing... With bruises on my chin... The time when... We counted every black car passing... Your house beneath the hill... And up until... Someone caught us in the kitchen... With maps, a mountain range, A piggy bank, A vision too removed to mention....



be good to your heart today.

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