Poetry, Prose, and Thoughts for the mentally exhausted, the morally intrigued, and the late night internet surfer hopped up on caffine. For you with strained eyes, a tired soul, and rhythm in your heart.
"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Your kiss is like liquid, hot and cold down my chilled spine. Bumps rising where your fingertips graze my skin. I've fallen in love with the blue kaleidescope illusion.
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I'll give you a cookie if you can name the pattern here. Haha, I'm so clever!