February 2012
11 posts
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i remember him in the leftovers, the scraps of light he forgot to take
i remember him in yesterdays, in the songs he inspired and in dresses i wore once to make his head turn.
and when i find him, i am in the broken nights, and he is in the half-awake dreamings of my thunderous heart
and when he finds me, there are fragments of truth in our make-believe, threads of real desire for what could...
