Saturday, July 23, 2005
i know not whence youcame(the land of oh,i
don'tknow?blankets on
the beach and sleepy eyes
in
the grass)
someone calls from far away when
i look at you, a distant
squint of memory grazing an
old, old sky
each of your fingertips should have
a smileyface on
them (whatd'youmean
you're not a
smileyface
type, i can
see every colour in the world in
the quick flashfire
of your
smile)
Mina at 9:55 PM
