Sunday, February 05, 2006
[1:58 AM]
by the people around us. we are vulnerable to the
slightest touch and the softest whisper.
we falter when blown and grave be our soul.
the fidelity sweet be it. though how mink
and how prick. erase history and let it whimper.
now let your heart enrapture.
little dots can unite as one.