Septembre
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Lids are heavy, Lips are dry
I love my nights, but the shifting shadows and brush of warmth do wake me with surprise from time and time again
Mundane with a dollop of surprise attacks and trails of kisses. It suddenly is bearable.
24 years and here I am.
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