When I look up at you,I feel like the glass shieldaround the flames of a candlestick chandelier, as your tears fall like drops of frozen crystal. When I hold you, I feel setlike a carved mahogany tablewith pink and creme coloredcarnations as the centerpiece. When we trust each other, our lovefeels driven by the winds, and […]
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