To all the things I hold close...
I find myself wanting you, needing you.
Lusting after you.
Of all the things I am, nothing of what I was.
I find in myself, the love I never knew was...
Possible.
Impossible
I know all things there are now.
All things in love, wanting, needing...
I find myself thinking, knowing, and seeing you.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
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