Sunday, April 17, 2011

Sweet wetness and trembling fires



Last night I think I lived a thousand years.

If we go to sleep we'll be home again.

1 saliva splats:

Mumsy said...

Love has no desire but to fulfill itself. To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving. ~Kahlil Gibran

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