Thursday, April 9, 2009
non what so ever ~ mark cobley
your glance
can
when the moon come over the horizons
when waves laps the sands in perfect and oh so
almost italian, nearby ocean, sea
I will breathe
more often
deeper
this is so much easier
I will care no more
it is easier on certain days. In the magazine I read the horoscope
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