Tuesday, February 5, 2008
IT'S OVER
Farewell In Smoke I write to you, my love, with pen in hand, the soft pressure of my fingers upon the shaft-- my hand moving up and down with the rhythm of my wrist in synch with loving thoughts no longer mine to share. I write to you my love with pen in hand, an offering of all I am: my mind which...
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