2002-05-03 - 2:30 p.m.

With red felted day dreams dancing like lusciosly content blooms of lilac.

It sweeps me with serenading scent, rapes nares childishly through the clarity of my own clouds.

I know not of what you are, i'm blind to see even a silhouette, but i'm blessed with presence of scattered consonants and vowels.

Pretty pieces of passion outline my being with lusting smiles.

I dont want to try to muster any excuse for this, just let it be.

Unexplainable.

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