by elizabeth carter bissette
Wednesday, November 20, 2002
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My walks through the city today flicker through my mind.
Walking past monuments,
trying to make the most of minutes.
I want to throw time out the window.
Orange, yellow, red invade my head.
The sun sets.
Bums slink by.
I cannot resist your smile, your charm, your insatiability.
I love you.