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Thursday, January 19, 2006

"Love and some verses you hear..."

it's not always what you say that makes the difference
between a good night and a bad.
it's the words left hanging,
like rice in a wedding picture.
i want to pluck them from midair and place them, jasmine sweet, on my tongue.
Posted by penelope's daughter at 1:12 PM

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