jillian
sketch the night we spent together, framed by streetlights as we uttered continuously from your punched hole insane asylum ceilings to mein humble dwelling 'neath the stars, as you beckoned and we lay aside each other breathing in the fumes exhaled by the dancing celestials above, the seven of Pleiades wishing us good fortune. pine for the sacred seven... and pine for my abode where you will soon be welcome without guise or concern apt to run lithe fingers along my horizons as we watch the late setting sun for oft i have longed to spend the waning hours of the day with you, mein fren--love you jillian! Written January 9th, 2002 © on Jan 08 2002 11:27 PM PST 18 • 0 • 8
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