Irony of perfection in the imperfect world
Sunday, August 26, 2007
When I close my eyes...
with the sound of saxophone softly grace the air.
I find my thoughts sway to you...
uncontrolled.
Brings the fuzzies...
Yet the pain...
Not like I can't live without...
probably I choose not to...
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