We.

February 29, 2008

Alone.

Broken.

Crying.

We found each other.

Each seeing an angel

Both feeling undeserving.

Brush the dirt off my knees

Hold me safe in your arms

Kiss me better, and never let me go

We whisper

And so, lovingly,


We comply.

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