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Pretending to sleep so we could stay in that moment.
Alone in that moment.
Hands moved gradually--to grasp hands;
As fingers traced lips,
which kissed hands and faces.
Did I really believe our moment could last?
Or did downcast faces bring me back to reality?
I remember that night.
This is proof of it.

6/26/03

- posted by Jonathan@ 1:46 AM