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Someone ran away with the stars in her eyes.  They took them from their places where they rest there, dancing when she smiles.
I’ve never seen them this way.
The glow in her coconut milk skin has lost the warmnth of the tropics and become bland as soured milk. 
The fire in her voice, the heat of her [...]

7 Comments »Filed under: The good old daysPosted on March 4th, 2005