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Friday, October 10, 2008/ 3:20 PM Imaginary You I want the wind to be harsher. I want to feel the stings of freezing air. I want the sun to be colder. I want the snow to fall upon my hair. I want the tears to stop. I want to know how your hand feels in mine. I want my palms to reach the top. I want to see the air shine. I want the eyes to close. I want the sun to open them again. I want the absence of remorse. I do not want to reach for you in vain. I want to look into your eyes. I want to feel your lips on mine. I wanted you and me to reach the skies. I want our heartbeats to combine. |
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