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nevermind 9:13 p.m. 2007-05-08 There are roses blooming on my instep and strolling through parks at midnight echoes spring in a wavering haze of silver and i birth beauty with every conception of bootprints and the ambling angles of my knees and thighs. Air currents caress the joints in my elbows and hide themselves in the hollows of my neck and eyelids. Sunlight blends sense with the haunting suspense of distant waning moons and the crux of the seaons rest in the casual elegance of new leaves on old trees. Drift in and out of headphone lullabies to pass the silence on to passing windstorms and all the empty windows on the side of the road could be home if you let them. back & forth |