Friday 2 August 2013

Prisoners Of Our Active Imaginations.

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Sometimes,I wish my longing for love was but a distant dream,instead of the despair it seems to be.
I wish I din't picture sinewy arms wrapping me in an embrace.
Or the warmth of a familiar breath creeping down my spine.
Don't mind me.I just need to get some sleep.

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