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valentine

Posted on | February 15, 2009 | 1 Comment

you wake up in my dreams,
still speaking to me,
in those same words,
and looking at me in the same way,
as i remember you,
watching you walk to me,
in the cold wind…

a strange affection still invites you,
speaks your words in my silences,
as i wreathe myself in love deserted,
it looks at me with your eyes,
and paints you,all over me.

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One Response to “valentine”

  1. another spring
    February 16th, 2009 @ 2:12 pm

    … mmm

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