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By sarah Submitted by sarahsehee Date: 2002 Mar 02 Comment on this Work [[2002.03.02.21.44.503]] |
| Darling, dear darling, thinking of you causes my heart to ache, causes it to sigh, breathe slowly, breathe heavy, breathe quickly. But you do just that. You allow it to breathe. Breathe warm air drifting on the first day of April. Breathe water floating on fresh, misty mornings. Breathe that air we breathe when we are sitting under the suns of night, that frosty, crisp air. Because though it may be cold, I see warmth in your eyes. Feel the warmth of your heart. |