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2002-10-29 @ 2:58 p.m.
Why sing a song never sang When one, once or twice, already sung Sings itself through your eyes While dreaming sight sees me watching you slumber Stirring slightly waking lightly Tip-toeing through memory Of me and you (now not you&me rather we) foreign feelings feigning themselves through thickness of skin while fingertips find fascinating form to trace tickle and tease return ,again, to your snoring softness slight slant of shut eyes breath steady finally myself ready to softly settle into sleep with arms around soft cuddling frame of my forever friend Older Entries |
