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Whichever Way I Look
whichever way i look ---
i open a book
in which you have built
a house of songs
though sad sometimes
they make the journey
worthwhile and i would
never turn
the other way
whichever word i touch ---
it's your bare hands
cupping satrs
of a half tear
& i drink
the other half
in order to see
whichever dream i follow ---
i can never touch
your sorrow
now, my night's honey
sweet to drink
:2/8/05
[happy new year to all our loved ones
here and there!]
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