The Saint Symphonic Streets

Where are we now ?

Thursday, March 23, 2006

Your Mascara's Running

A Charcoal Tear
Races down your cheek

Traces Wavy lines
Sad and so divine

A Grainy Texture
assaults my fingers

colors the tip with
warmth and moisture

It rains down your neck
and colors your skin
stains your hair
and clothing within.


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