"the morning light is blinding!" she cries. as she begins to stretch awake she finds an arm sneaking across her stomach. "so warm," she sighs.
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and is with sleep...love, the breaking of your soul upon my lips
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Book covers crumble...the words trying to lay themselves out on the table. They told me that they are waiting for your fingers to glide effortlessly over them...you are the only one to make them dance
12.14.2009
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