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`happyness

of woven grass rings, and falling stars

just. you. me.
and the stars.

our two little secrets.

Saturday, June 14, 2008

open up your arms,
so that I may die in them,
in the sweetest of reds.
because this beauty will wither.
betray this warmth,
like broken sunrises,
like ephemeral silences.
because this beauty will wither.
disintegrate,
my love,
like petals into the wind.

12:46 AM; `dead.Y

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