Like An Old Friend
By birksy
She looks like an old friend, Didn’t notice it before, Fondness spreads like a sweet disease, Through my long cold bones. Say one word, can I choose it? Of course, it’d be my name, Captured memories, with eyes closed, I could be young, once again. Written December 21st, 2001 © on Dec 20 2001 08:32 PM PST, Simon Birks 0 • 8
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