passing afternoon::iron&wine

May 07, 2007 17:06

There are times that walk from you like some passing afternoon
Summer warmed the open window of her honeymoon
And she chose a yard to burn but the ground remembers her
Wooden spoons, her children stir her Bougainvillea blooms

There are things that drift away like our endless, numbered days
Autumn blew the quilt right off the perfect bed she ( Read more... )

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xanthropomorph May 7 2007, 21:42:51 UTC
fuck you AND THAT SONG, in the face.

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ziggystardust00 May 8 2007, 15:11:00 UTC
i KNOW!

p.s. holy crap i was drrrunk last night! wow!

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crowexi May 9 2007, 23:56:38 UTC
Happy Graduation! Well, pretend I said that in a couple days, if I don't say it then. In case I forget. You know.

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