ten times done and one make eleven times
i've missed you in the last ten seconds
like driving gilded streets seeing 'Heaven' signs
but never quite reaching the right exit.
hearts burst when full i can't miss you one more time.
the next time we meet is the time i'll never forget.
the brown of your eyes makes mine shine,
like the sultry color of your lips, a shimmering secret.
10.25.2004
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