Sunday, July 29, 2007
 | 3 The spoon plays its music tink tink inside my coffee cup Steam spinning fading and dancing a ghost of memory And then I'm thinking of her and a sunny afternoon She sat across from me laughing with her whole body While she told me stories I stared memorizing her eyes In the parking lot one last hug before we parted ways Now just sitting here I'm thinking fondly of her |
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