Saturday, June 02, 2007

Your eyes sparkle while your face looks soft with a shy smile.
The french beard suits you.

You look relaxed stretched out like so.

This new space seems to have been grown for you.

A brief pause as I wonder if I had been wrong about you.

A shake of head, a dull thud within.
Memories don't die like that.

No. We couldn't have been friends afterall.

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