THE MOON IS FULL. I AM LYING ABED; AND YOU ARE WITH ME, NO MATTER WHERE YOU ARE. THE FINGERS AND HANDS OF MY MEMORY STRIP AWAY THE CLOTHES YOUR BODY WEARS, AND THEN I SEEK THE YOU, THE WONDROUS YOU THAT WEARS YOUR BODY.
Monday, July 13, 2015
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