59201, Peripheral Posted by crow, Sun Aug-06-06 05:34 PM
Out the corners Of my wandering eyes I trace the delicate Pathways of your lips
I commit to memory The curves of your brow
Now I find myself Wondering, contemplating How strange it is At the start Of a waking a day
My mind is already Focused, locked in To one thought And that is
Completing in my memory The painted fragments Of my praise to you
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