Tuesday, 21 May 2013
I dreamed a dream of times gone by,
Of words already spoken,
Whispers beneath my window.
Fleeting.
The warmth in my bed,
In my arms,
In my heart.
Incubated.
Open.
Waiting.
For You.
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