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[02 Mar 2011|01:40am] |
Do you still sing of the mountain bed we made of limbs and leaves? Do you still sigh there near the sky where the holly berry bleeds? You laughed as I covered you over with leaves, Face, breast, hips, and thighs. You smiled when I said the leaves were just the color of your eyes. Rosin smells and turpentine smells from eucalyptus and pine. Bitter tastes of twigs we chewed where tangled wood vines twine, trees held us in on all four sides so thick we could not see. I could not see any wrong in you, and you saw none in me. ( ♫ )
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[01 Mar 2011|01:46am] |
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