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By Varda Date: 2002 Sep 05 Comment on this Work [[2002.09.05.18.10.612]] |
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You wanted me. You wanted me soft and quiet and unadulterated. You wanted me to kiss your neck and smooth your hair away from your eyes. You wanted sunshine every afternoon and dinner not made from a can, but from hands- my hands. You wanted all I could give you. You wanted to sleep-in until the sun was peaked and dropping. I wanted to rise. I made myself a pair of wings from things I found lying around- paperclips, string and crumpled love letters, mostly. I found myself fading. I found myself. I flew. I spread my wings and soared. I came to perch beside you. |