Dance in the Full Moon

O, the Frailty of Memory

Tuesday, December 25, 2012

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I can't see any further into your eyes than anybody else. Your last man said he could see galaxies in them. They're pretty, but I can't see no stars. Maybe that's why I'm right for you: I won't lie to you just to see what's in your soul.

3 comments:

  1. I kind of like this, and also it reminds me of "her eyes don't sparkle."

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  2. I thought of it when I wrote it. I guess I'm developing terrible terrible patterns.

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