This Tastes French
I wrote this for you, and will write this for me. It will be for us. It is a gift.
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Past The Point of Denial
The day you came into my life, the angels sang.
The masses rejoiced.
And I, well, I lived. For the first time.
Now I know, I am not alone.
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