time, smiling.

July 22, 2009
screamed at fever pitch
is the burning horizon;
love is no



secret





to the world.



lingering in parted lips:
dangerous



perfect





sense to me



is our passionate romance.
timeless, we



prepare





the set moon.
you are my rising sun




oh dear juliet.





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