Sunday, July 25, 2010
sometimes
You're in the sand glued to my feet, in the sound of the sea covering my ears, erasing memories of my young years. You're in the restless wind playing on my bare chest and the luminescence for that I have given away my breath for a few moments. You're in this smell of salt and blackened sky, you're the protection that small firefly gives me against being alone.
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