Thursday, October 7
White clenched teeth, and a happy soul
illustrated on it's own canvas
filled with friends who call
picture me. picture you.
dancing through a hall.

Drinking colored drinks
these senses make me slumber
I am happy you exist.
Building fires, Burning lumber.

 Oh, country means nothing
if i don't got you, my peach
the ocean loses all its glow
when your hand is out of reach


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spent the day writing poetry...

drank apple cider in the sun.

5 comments:

  1. Anonymous8.10.10

    Gorgeous hair girl!

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  2. Anonymous8.10.10

    Gorgeous hair girl!

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  3. I wish I could spend my days drinking cider and writing. It sounds lovely.

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  4. Very nice photos. I was looking for the blogs about kites. Why did you call your blog "flying a kite"?

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