Saturday, August 26, 2006
Long Forgiven
temps perdu temps perdu mama I am over you
how can good go past every afternoon at four
regenerate the feeling lives on dream grasping
long forgiven faults limits swallowed gasping
this harmony melts resistance wakes desiring
your sunlight rolling dimming doubled colors
inside healthy eyes last knew what thinking
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