Wednesday, June 13, 2001
untitled (2001.06.14)
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My heart warms at your invitation,
My cheeks get rosy
And I think that the world is, for a
Fleeting,
Breaking,
In
Can-descent (de-cent?)
Butterflew moment,
A beautiful place
Two
Be
Breathing.
S*
2001.06.14
My heart warms at your invitation,
My cheeks get rosy
And I think that the world is, for a
Fleeting,
Breaking,
In
Can-descent (de-cent?)
Butterflew moment,
A beautiful place
Two
Be
Breathing.
S*
2001.06.14
