this is old.
forget your self
and echoes of it in others
let beauty be untouched
and lonely
neglected
like hills that have never
been painted
and a girl like sarah jane
somehow never loved
with words or hands 
or bare skin sinking 
into deep rich blue
where do hearts beat
without her?
Saturday, November 28, 2009
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