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Sunday, February 23, 2003  

np: wide sargasso sea

he is dead
but i am here
i am here, i am here
i am here.
run your hands
over the scar
the one she left
in brilliant orange.
when i lay
in cool embrace
tiny kisses
beg this answered.
qui est là?
in flames, in tatters
shimmering, black and white
all burn the same.
the whole thing
ignites from your look.
your crystal gaze.
o, mon coeur.

posted by J. Neas | 2/23/2003 01:23:00 PM


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