Old friend,
I fell your stare,
but insecure,
is it full of contempt?
You look at me differently,
years and years,
have past.
Yet
your words,
are like music to me still,
Darlin'.
I think,
there is nothing more,
Satisfactory,
than old friends,
as lovers.
Wednesday, July 07, 2004
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