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11:26pm 01/02/2006
  e.e. cummings - somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look will easily unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands		  
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11:09pm 01/02/2006
  i haven't written in this since i made it but i'm going to start. i'll be adding you!
-kyle		  
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12:56am 16/12/2005
  hey i just made this live journal. i have to figure out all the codes and stuff but it's late and i'll do it tomorrow. i've been on staten island for a while now and i've made good friends. i miss lisa

night		  
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  supkyle
 
 

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