There is no road there is no lodge stars above pine straw below
Monday, August 8, 2011
LOVE WHISPERS
Things left unspoken, unsaid
if they be of love
cause the universe to skip a beat
erupt, corrupt, so every chance you get
whisper softly,
I love you
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