Wednesday 28 September 2011

My love for you grows, and grows, and grows, and grows.



            

    

  




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Your heart felt good, it was drippin pitch and made of wood. And your hands and knees felt cold and wet on the grass to me. Outside naked, shiverin looking blue, from the cold, Sunlight that’s reflected off the moon.

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