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| 12:27pm 15/09/2003 |
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there are white;yellow;orange butterflys, flowers colored by three different shades of fire, everything slipping into our eyes. &the sun looks so beautiful setting here, framed by mountains i never knew exsisted. street lights come on at the same time but are anchored by different corners& stop signs. roads i dont know twist everywhere, spread thin& far apart by huge expanses of empty land - such a rare sight, all of that pure emptiness - one could lose themselves if they didnt have the hands to hold that i do.
one look at his shoulder& the vastness of this night sky makes perfect sense - such harmony, everything still moving on& on while i stand still, while all my senses tune into his fingertips.
because its not cold, anymore. |
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