She came from the south. He came from the sticks. Somehow, they made all this from pixels and love.
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Looking back at you now
Why did I ever get off of you? Why did I ever unwrap myself from your loving grasp? Your warmth, your comfort, the way you know exactly what I needed? Softness and the ability to know exactly when I want solitude.
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