11:55 p.m. -- our breath
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-2002 you give word like falling rain they dare not pour through my eyes. you give light and darkness glows. i am your nothing, and that is all i can receive. the ring around the full moon floats through my eyes and i am invisible as i slip from your fingertips. love passes me by, my stop is never its exit. love in you is not for me to hold how or when it will take me to figure out i do not know. Samanthabook funny faces the corridor of poetry bookshelf stories 'n stuff cast |