Grace
By MaggieL
Grace Somewhere past the stars in your eyes is my favorite place A place of candles and darkness deep chasms where your soul used to be Somewhere past your heart is where I lay open naked to you my limbs a violent ache Always reaching catching nothing Somewhere past your memories I remain still pictures in the moonlight scent of cloves,touch of Grace my voice whispering to you Somewhere Written January 29th, 2002 © on Jan 28 2002 05:47 PM PST 0 • 8
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