Anonymous I

Thursday, February 3, 2005

Giant steps

Your ghostly blue eyes, which I had always run from, haunt me.

Not even the greatest oceans or the bluest skies can take their place.

Posted by anonymous I at 1:25 AM
Labels: M, Poetry

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