Friday, June 25, 2010

One Hundred Forty-Eight


Is it so wrong to pine for her when she's away. If life was not meant to be enjoyed then it would not have been given to me. Her soul is the reason I was created--to seek her out, to find her, embrace her, and then relive a thousand lives. I inhale her breath, and then, just as clay, I'm formed into the perfect companion of her love.

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