January 2009
2 posts
chronicles of my meanderings;
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chroniques de mes déambulations;
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speaking your language in echoed movements your fingers are my hands i watch them strum along i bite the edge of my nails because i wish perhaps a simple wish i never meant more than wanting to communicate with you & i light this flame for us every quarter of every hour weaving my way through the cracks this is where comfort lies and speaks the truth .