her_eyes Cicero she is more beautiful than anything old Adams ever shot her voice makes me dizzy – so I lay spinning through memories of a hurtful day, when I tasted of the fog and looked like Citizen Kane. fluidly the memories cross-fade through my head – but the light never moves (Toland would be proud) her eyes are heating (for here sincerity warms my heart) their depth only matched by my love for her 030104 what's it to you? who go blather from