I saw, she saw, but we can't see
our lives ever changing interlocking
marinating into each others arms
as we kiss
For the first time and hopefully not
the last. so I wish that even though
we barely had any thing in common
this physical rapture that unfolded would carry
me through this time of solitude,
this time where being an immigrant
in this cold world alone I wont condone. (02/21/03)
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