I want you. You can't be found in your words; your words like butterflies floating through the air, ever graceful, ever gentle. They're beautiful and if I listen closely, carefully, I hear the faint sound of a body growing tired from too much work.

I don't want your words.

Posted at 10:35:54 am by TheKaren


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