Wednesday, February 14, 2007

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It’s the space
you leave behind
that defines.

It’s the face
I conjure up snow blind
that draws my lines.

It’s the secret place
I visit in my mind,
time after time.

It’s a futile race
to try and find
some rhyme or reason
to this insane love of mine.

2 comments:

  1. Abigail Cast3:14 PM

    Love is in the air!

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  2. Very well done as usual.



    Regards,

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