Thursday, May 08, 2003

the stamp of her name

Red ink, once fresh, fades and bleeds into a vague memory.
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the spark of her wit

Red cigarette, how sexy, burns to its life's end and snuffed into night.

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the soul of her voice

Red lips, once sealed his secrets, smudged by another's kiss.

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