The Back Of My Hand
By birksy
On the back of my hand, tiny crystals form when I think of you, and I save them up, they make my tea so sweet, and not a single calorie, too. And if you looked hard, brought a microscope so I could see real close, I'd show you the regular shapes, that when the crystals are thrown just such, they compact, and form the prettiest heart, two foot high on the living room floor, reflecting lights from within, and all this built just by thinking of you. Written March 3rd, 2002 © on Mar 02 2002 11:49 PM PST, Simon Birks 0 • 12
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