August 2012
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you are the only poem.
writingsforwinter:
you are the only poem i ever wanted to write.
i used to be the kind of writer
who lived through words;
now i seek the poems in the inner lining
of your skin.
here i stay within your ribs and clavicles;
i am encircled by your silently beating heart.
there are whole galaxies
in your soul.
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my favorite part of work, besides the fun people that liven up otherwise monotonous tedium, is when events feed me dinner.
tonight: tortellini in pesto sauce to start, prosciutto and rosemary bread, with a side of roasted asparagus and baby carrots. grapes and dried apricots to finish. lovely dinner.
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