The Emotional Monkey
Branches Of The Tree
Drawings And Creative Outbursts
The Unsteady Rhythm Of A Heart Misplaced
Moth Met Flame
Saturday, 1 January 2011
your lips were a little too close.
I had let myself imagine empty moments.
my feet light upon the pavement,
I almost dance as I walk.
your lips, were a little too close
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