Some autumn past
By Amy
once was a time when you were the young brave warrior begging for my heart. Once was a time when i had slim slinking hips and thought i could see everything that rested between the folds of your pale brow. Dreams ad sweet whispers were all we needed to feed on. Once was a time when nimble fingers could turn the pages and pens were not so afarid to tell the words. Our future was a slumbered prose scribbled carelessly upon each others youthful soul. Written January 3rd, 2002 © on Jan 03 2002 12:35 AM PST 0 • 1
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