scribble scribble
etchings of a grasping mind
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
I'm weary of kisses in dark corners
and embraces under the veil of the distilled
Kiss me now,
In the newly-fallen snow.
Hold me now,
While sweet daylight remains.
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