December 2010
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reverie. →
There was wet grass, and the remains of rain upon our nostrils, and the moist on our windows blurring the view, and a pair of lips which belong to you and I. There was music from the speakers that spoke of the youth and how they fall in love, recklessly; matter-of-factly how all of it were true. We agreed with silent moans while we tried to catch our breath, easy now, love, we have the whole...
