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Monday, January 25, 2010

it's like an angel dancing across my tongue

Jamie's eyes speak wonders to his heart-
I almost forget I'm not important
to his story. His history of broken friends
and ocean weekends.

When I remember where I am,
I know life should be a celebration.
But-- this fog I'm in
places me in Jack Mannequin's Dark Blue-
a place so deep not even Damion's Dreaming
could bring me to believe in love.

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