Sep 22, 2021
One about a race car, or maybe it was Homer I can’t remember:
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You have freckles in your eyes,
And I remember the bathroom mirror
The steadying grip on porcelain sink
Eyes you know
Moments far and few
You have to run
To be this close and away so long
I won’t ask why: I will stay
And I’ll loose you again
under stars burning through blurry vision
We feel our blood pump together
The cold caress at the bottom of bottles
Laughing at where we are
Misty mornings and Alec Bradley
Companion to consciousness
You appreciate the small things I do for myself
Wouldn’t you like to know the rest of the story?
