Restless Moods
Ramblings of a Madwoman After Midnight
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Delicious Bite-Sized Fantasies
“That day, I had no where to go but your door.”
“Stay here tonight. Home is far. The walk, dangerous. The night, cold.”
And you're not trying to catch a breath.
You're trying to inhale someone else's.
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