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By Baby Rose Date: 2007 Sep 06 Comment on this Work [[2007.09.06.07.36.10461]] |
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I brush my hair with the subtle gold of morning light as it awakens gently streaked with the autumn gray, you lie there next to me breathing in the frosted air left lingering from the open window next to our bed. How softly your eyes are closed, pressed together with every dream we have ever shared and I think to myself how easily they would come true if only when you awaken you would learn how to open them again, to see this place filled with soil and water and pain, where everything doesn't fall as easily as the lids of your beautiful brown eyes..... |