Sunday, March 27, 2011


My bones are aching for this; whatever it is. I felt it crawling through the fields at a distance, and pretended to catch it with a blind eye. But, baby I'm open and destructive. This is when I love myself the most. You could be a close second. Partner in crime. I've got a fire in my heart, and a mind to use it. Spring Time


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