Naked feet dance with blades of grass.
stuff written by jg
T H E M E S
alphabet fishing
creek songs or love strummed through the leaves
fruit
the whale
Thursday, May 17, 2007
You are Beatrice
I am listening
Don't you worry
I've held your hand
But it always felt loose
Like sand escaping from between my fingers
I miss you.
Did you know that?
I want to sweat with you again.
You're pretty.
You're pretty much the greatest.
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