in the throes of a dream romance blossoms forth like the smell of grass after a rain consciousness sharpens; trace emotions flare into an inferno of passion beams of sunlight permeate the thick darkness that surrounds a silently sleeping form with a fluttering of the eyes, the enshrouding slumber breaks familiar surroundings soft sheets crisp air the romance once shared between two souls now nothing more than a memory of shifting chemicals within the physical anatomy of the mind night will come again, my love.
Posted on: Sat, 13 Jul 2013 16:31:10 +0000
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