May 01, 2003 2:21 pm
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I kneel on thorns, trying to find you in some smoke filled room, some quiet corner where you spin out stories to bury the silence.
Or standing at the jukebox, rapt wrapped in torn jeans with glowing eyes and dirty fingernails too long beautiful, so beautiful and not mine to watch.
Or on a sun-drenched day with dark water and mown grass while the universe holds its breath and waits for us and I try to memorize you like a song.
And I come so close
��and then you're gone.
I stand, knees bloodied, catch my breath walk home, gritting teeth and resolve to look harder next time.
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