12.9.08
dear r:
our fingers intertwined across the miles
you breathed hot on my cheek,
your smile waning.
you ate apples and let the
cores fall at your feet
you saw tears in my eyes and
you reflected them in yours
my eyes are dark but
your memory still hangs about
my silhouette like sharp laughter
JANEisnotplain 12.9.08
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