One gentle eye, one keenly focused melt me sighing eye, one show me angel eye, one building bridges kind of skyway sway way eye, one count me in and count me out, one upwards fast, one steady
One breath out to rustle in a whisper, swish--not to thieve or borrow; your one eye still swayed way out, but to
Déjà vu a future echo--
Swaying to catch one breath in; a whisper
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
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