"Once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return."
Sunday 15 September 2013
Tell me a tale He tells me what he wants me to hear It is in the same voice spelling the same words. With my fingers on wet glass I trace hollows. Our mouths are awkward but for a moment He was almost honest.
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