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Tuesday, 03 March 2009

  • love poem number three

    i will tell a lie to explain the beauty
    of your eyes and hands

    there is a god
    and he makes jewelry for everyone
    he made this for me (your eyes)
    faded blue sapphires cut round and full
    he made this for me (your hands)
    fair glass blown thick and warm
    into the shape of a star, with five points at the top
    all points to fit into my dry palm

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