The Piano is Not Firewood Yet
Friday, September 24, 2010
There is a large place inside of me, that thinks you're beautiful. The way you move, the way you laugh, the way your eyes seem to say everything unsaid for you. You make it hard to breathe. Why do you do this to me?
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