Oct 22, 2005 22:19
Strawberry blond straws lined one by one
down the streets into the dark
lighting up the path like lamps with shade
they stood faintly, eerily and glowing
perhaps you would imagine a trifle warmth
perhaps it should have reminded you of beginning summer (ending spring)
perhaps it should have been all things beautiful
perhaps it is-you just have to see it another way.
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