we were dying of fever
i promised to remember
and i did but you were lost
in the sighing, in the pushing
aside of hands, my god
i think i love you
it's so beautiful the way you
change colors my rainbow
my fresh perspective my
reason for dying for taking
a few seconds to live you
are the reason they will
always compose music, the
reason they will always
remember to dot their eyes

my, my,
and my

07/30/2006

Posted on 07/30/2006
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