When I grow up, I want to float on my back with my arms dangled. Run through the cosmic moss in my adidas suit, and be an intergalactic messenger.

Sunday, January 17, 2010

Red

It was just like the old days.
Baby marrows and freshly cut tomatoes.
Talks about love, our existence and the universe.
Strewn over our antics
We'd rejoice, happy to be

Thank you a million times.
I love you forever more.
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