I'm in a poetic matrix where nothing seems impossible
My body bends like the spoon
And my mind stretches like the screen
I'm 5'1 and I can reach the sky
I can feel the texture of a skyscraper with my fingers
I can see you smiling at your workdesk from my home
My, how wonderful you smell
I hear your kiss through the phone
*Grin* It landed on my eyelid
As always
(10-22-08) 11a.m.
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