Monday, March 16, 2009
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
A weekend...
worth remembering if I only could.
Memory's that splotch through time and space and reek of hard liquid spilling down my throat. Laughter, the language of the gods indeed, flying through the green painted air.
The touch that warms, the smile that brightens.
The sky that darkens on a long day well spent.
A weekend filled to the brim, overflowing.
A weekend worth remembering if I only could.
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