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Poetry and Prose

Wednesday, December 5, 2007

I'd mess up my hair for you

The skin around your eyes is creased and greasy
no beauty commercial in your lack of sleep.
Like me you are no magazine,
I would hold your hand for all time.
Posted by Laurel at 2:11 PM

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