Wednesday, February 25, 2004

I look at the fruit but I know I don't care
Just one look in her eyes, by the smell of her hair
Instead of regret, I have laughter to share
Imagination pulls, in the back of my head
Displaying thoughts that would not be said
Instead they're written, like this poem you just read.

And I'm back.. expect more of my wild ramblings soon.

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