but for now we are young, let us lay in the sun
Thursday, April 1, 2010
As the state lines grow farther
I think of you still--
Like how we walked
Amongst Autumn's dusty gravestones
The soft reminders
Of Winter's inevitable chill.
The Love Monster
April 3, 2010 at 7:29 PM
Perfect combination of words and image.
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