Your eyes surround me like light not yet lifted out of me.
the kind that passes me. You become a star every morning at 2.30 AM.
I have not seen it but you burn me whole again.
We're gonna pick a splendid fight in Thailand, you and I. It may be a stalemate
And I may look like a faded flag for you but I'm looking at your face now - not
one line on it. You must slumber so well. Teach me how you do that.
Teach me how you say that. I will dream with you.
The next day I found myself in the middle of 90 degrees, the Texas kind.
Across from what I think was an eighty maybe ninety year old woman. I know
I was supposed to know her but I didn't…who could blame me? I am only twenty
years old. Sixty years have not followed me yet so I don't understand the things
that fall from her closed mouth. All I want to do it ask her if she knew that her eyes
were pure violet… Peculiar violet… especially with original skin like that. I wonder if
she knew. I wanted to talk to you
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