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Monday, 22. September 2003

The Postman



At this movie once your great green eyes clouded and cried.

Now the sky wheels and falls into the arms of green oaks as rain.

What then does remain after tear tracks vanish and all this music fades?

Perhaps the weight of water would shape memory into maps for me to navigate these days As your eyes light my way!




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