a snow of butterflies : texticity

by Tomorrow's Man

June 04, 2003

Though I left the sea, I'm still a sand-melter when I want to see -- or when I want you to see -- so touch the glass of that box, touch me just a bit physically and all over in every other way, and welcome me back, back here, home, back home, the only place where happy to tears we can never go 'again.'

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