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 Posted: Mon Dec 18th, 2006 04:43 pm
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Joined: Fri Jun 9th, 2006
Location: Oz, Minnesota USA
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it rained earlier, still wet

her hair a wet dance

breeze through blond


an orange perfect candle

wet, wax minutes dripping

away one Sunday evening 

minute after midnight


our last kiss like a jar

of fireflies, even the clock’s

bells blushed twelve times,

once for every curvature


how i envy her love