The sun rises
There are
two
parts
to
our
week
The part
when
you
are away
at work
in another state
I can call you
then
but not
see you
The moon rises
The sun rises
Then
the part
of the week
when you
are here
I see you
on every
one
of
those days
but
I can't
call
you
The moon rises
The sun rises
Our love never sets
A blog only for my lover
12.12.2005
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- Jozee
- I am an artist and lover of life. I believed completely, from a young age, in the demographers' prediction that one day the population of the world would become the color of coffee with cream.

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