The imagination is so delicate that sometimes even words wound it

Saturday, February 7, 2009

Countdown 7 minus 14

5:42 AM Anonymous


I Speaketh:
My quarrels with you, my fights with you, my moods with you, the impossibilities I am caught in with you, don't ever mean I want to let you go off. It means come over honey, hold me and everything will be put together.


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