You are unaware,
your words are understood.
They are comforting,
captivating.
Shallow waters seem the deepest.
Take me deep, Take me deep.
The deep end, the clear blue, to death.
I miss our passion. I miss my passion.
but who am I to speak?
Thursday, March 25, 2010
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