Warm Loathing

I sit still like Im set in stone
Thinking of how and when
The future looms a mellow shade
But I still dream of bright lights and blue skys
Your face, your touch, your warmth, your eyes
Things I dont have therefor I loath.
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
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