Monday, January 10, 2011

Burning eyelashes one by one...

You can feel her passion through her cigarette smoke-Her eyelashes burning in fumigated glory,You know this time frame is to short-As her voice thickens the air-The smell of sweet perfume fills the room-Your thoughts gather into a bottle of flowers-She hasn't even said a word-She doesn't need to.

I love you Garth.

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