A twisting mind...
A twisting stomach...
Could you please stop twisting me around for a while?
Could you please stop swirling me around for a while?
Let me hear the bird whistling the sweetest lulaby.
Let me feel the wind lingering soft on my skin.
And let the darkness in...
I'll kiss you good night.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
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