sleepyskin's Diaryland Diary

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(these are the things I keep)

in Belfast I felt you as I drove
North to the coast.
I felt the way you once moved inside me and
the way you once moved away.
all the peices of you I keep well hidden,
like sand in my pocket, like rain
on my face,
(these are the things I keep).

6:59 PM - March 01, 2005

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