Papel by Arthur PartenBecause friends don't trace letters on each others' bodies
Because I am here and you are there and recently there came something between here and there
Because the hawks are slowly picking off the squirrels around here
Because I never really liked Plato that much
Because all my limbs are numb with sleep though I won't be
Because night was ours until you didn't want it
The sky is crying, and that makes two of us. 09/20/2005 Posted on 09/20/2005 Copyright © 2024 Arthur Parten
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