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touch of painted curls
9th-Aug-2003 07:28 pm
light rain just wets her lips
the air is thick, soaking
she tastes, calls for drink
sheltered, holding back
she laughs, trembles
throws off all defenses
come melt skies with me,
and willows weep for her
tears run through grass
her arms sweep them
down to their river love
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9th-Aug-2003 06:19 pm (UTC)
Thank you! :) I'm not sure if it's done yet. Wrote it quickly / while driving. :)
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