A spritz
O tangled hair
small of back
length of leg
It all comes back
to a comb, a spritz, a
lipstick
©2007
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Time Traveler
He came from a different time, earlier than ours. He came from last year.
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I wonder now in Bethlehem as shepherds still tend sheep, is the grass upon the hills coarse beneath their feet
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Just thinking about the guitarist that night, who can sing of love in the most contorted fashion until the word has lost all lovelines...
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