

go.i want to write for her! pour words out from the pages of this heart just for her send her letters solely to form a smile on those oh so lovely lips she can teach me all the things i needed to know all the scattered hope and emotion i've stormed away. this map is long and my eyes are weary but her compass points north to a place where my lungs can breathe again a place where my eyes can see again somewhere my heart can find a home; (perhaps laced so carefully between her delicate fingertips). entwine me within hego.
Matador
this freaked me out when i saw it. looks like one of your pictures.
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to the celebration of all slain hope...
of a thousand heavens
earthen eyes
sweep into mine
she is the rest of me
unforgettable, the view
every shade of brown
all the way 'round
the windows to her soul
she is the rest of me
her earth
my sky
she and I
she is the rest of me."
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to the celebration of all slain hope...
in all the things you say
what comes is better
than what came before..."
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If you can see it already there is no point in taking the picture.
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