Friday, August 21, 2009


This seems all too familiar, but at the same time it really is someone else, a different time and a better place.
We sat in your hide away watching each others' faces and the lights of the candles flickering.
Smoking, and talking.
I watched you watching me, laughing around each bend and turn, faster and faster.
And you've got lips I could spend a day with.

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