dear!
once, in a month that was not this month, but another & a long time ago, you found me.
i move dark where you move light.
parallel.
as though i am your shadow or you, perhaps, my reflection.
states seperate, filaments seperate, light & pixels seperate & still you hear the stories that a wavering voice isn't telling you.
you hear the stories that rest in the beats of my heart.
9:50 p.m. - 2004-02-25
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