She- becomes me cell by cell I feel every angle of her face- almost as if I'm a blind man preparing to see her even in the dark We pondered then ignored every little inconvience between us- saved every blissful agony for what was to come inevitably this was our speed- the direct velocity of our love How can such a thing be calculated or satisfied in some mystical equation? There is skill- there has to be for this mystery to occur for it to continue along these same lines for so long... started 6/30/93 and still not complete carlyle miller
Reason for writing:
I just dug this up the other day-but it's not yet complete. I guess I have to work on it.
Birth sign: Aquarius
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