Friday, August 13, 2010

Tiny Thoughts

Bathed in light, she sits
Lightly she sits, and bathes
Sitting, she bathes with lights

But the promises are too many to keep
And the keepings are too few to promise

Her eyes are decadent with sickly sweet coffee
Yet, caffe au late could be last thing on your mind

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